There's not much care on every hand And every hour that pa**es-oh What signifies the life of man If it were not for the la**es-oh Chorus: Green grow the rashes-oh Green grow the rashes-oh The sweetest hours that 'ere I spent I spent among the la**es-oh The worldly man may riches, chase And riches still may find them-oh But when at last he'll catch them fast His heart can ne'er enjoy them-oh Chorus Oh nature wears the loveliest wares Her noblest work she cla**es-oh Her practiced hand she tried on man And then, she made the la**es-oh Chorus Instrumental Interlude (fiddle) The down bed, the feather bed The bed among the rashes-oh The softest bed is ne'er so sweet as The bellies of the la**es-oh Chorus Instrumental Interlude (guitar) And so their hours, I am afraid Are hard when I am tipsy-oh But I'm a king in everything When with a wanton gypsy-oh Green grow the rashes-oh Green grow the rashes-oh I'm a king in everything When with a wanton gypsy-oh Chorus