Gentle Annie

Oh the harvest time's come, Gentle Annie
And your wild oats are all scattered 'round the field
I'll be anxious to know, Gentle Annie
How your little crop of oats is going to yield

Oh your mutton's very sweet, Gentle Annie
And I'm sure it can't be backed in New South Wales
And you'd better put a fence around those cabbage
Or they'll all get eaten up by the snails

Now you'll take my advice, Gentle Annie
And you'd better watch old Chaffey going away
With his backpack all over his saddle
For he stole some knives and forks the other day

Now the bullocks they are yoked, Gentle Annie
So you know with you I can no longer stay
So I'll bid you adieu, Gentle Annie
And we'll meet upon another threshing day

I must say farewell, Gentle Annie
For you know with you that I can stay no more
Yes I'll bid you adieu, Gentle Annie
You're the little dark-eyed girl that I adore