Standard (EADGBE)
When Spring has returned
And the trees are in bud
It's time for the gathering
So down to the wood
Gatherin' rhubarb
From field and from hill
We'll be gatherin' rhubarb
Till we've had our fill
On dark lonely nights
When a cruel wind has blown
With a rhubarb companion
You're never alone
Rhubarb in crumble
Rhubarb in pie
Or a strudel will do
Till you transmogrify
Gatherin' rhubarb
From field and from hill
We'll be gatherin' rhubarb
Till we've had our fill
Gatherin' rhubarb
Tis a harvest of bliss
Oh rhubarb, oh rhubarb
She's the best on the Disc
Tis a well known appendage
Of a fresh juicy tart
That'll rise with chortle
And leave with a fart
Gatherin' rhubarb
From field and from hill
We'll be gatherin' rhubarb
Till we've had our fill
Gatherin' rhubarb
Tis a harvest of bliss
Oh rhubarb, oh rhubarb
She's the best on the Disc
Those tender pink stems
So firm to the touch
Can bring so much happiness
When firm in your clutch
Tis a friend of young maidens
Tis a friend of old crones
With a rhubarb companion
They're never alone
Gatherin' rhubarb
From field and from hill
We'll be gatherin' rhubarb
Till we've had our fill
Gatherin' rhubarb
Tis a harvest of bliss
Oh rhubarb, oh rhubarb
She's the best on the Disc