There’s (C)naught but care on (Am)ev ’ry han’ in (Dm)ev ’ry hour that pass es, O; what (F)sig ni fies that (C)life o’ man, an’ (Dm)’twere not (C)for the (Am)lass es, O?
(C)Green grow the rash es, O.
(Dm)Green grow the rash es, O; the (Am)sweet est (F)hours that (C)e’er I spend are (Dm)spent a mong the (Am)lass es, O.
The (C)world ly race may (Am)rich es chase, an’ (Dm)rich es still may fly them, O; an’ (F)though at last they (C)catch them fast, their (Dm)hearts can (C)ne’er en (Am)joy them, O.
(C)Green grow the rash es, O.
(Dm)Green grow the rash es, O; the (Am)sweet est (F)hours that (C)e’er I spend are (Dm)spent a mong the (Am)lass es, O.
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This page shows “Green Grow The Rushes, O” by Irish Folksong in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of A at 120 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.