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Tabbed by Jack Dingler weaseldog2001@yahoo.com Gentle Annie Traditional
CThe harvest time’Gs come, gentlCe Annie, F And your Cwild oats are all scattered round the Gfield. You’ll bCe anxious tGo know, gentlCe Annie, F How your Clittle crop of Goats is going to Cyield.
CHORUS
We’lFl say farewell, gentlCe Annie, For you know with you I can no longer Gstay. Yes, I’lCl bid youG adieu, gentlCe Annie, F Till we Cmeet you on aGnother threshing Cday.
Your mutton’s very sweet, gentle Annie, And I’m sure it can’t be packed in New South Wales, But you’d better put a fence around the cabbage, Or they’ll all get eaten up by the snails. Chorus You’ll take my advice, gentle Annie, And you’d better watch your chappie goin’ away With his packbag flung over his shoulder, And he stole some knives and forks the other day. Chorus The bullocks they are yoked, gentle Annie, For you know with you I can no longer stay. So I’ll bid you adieu, gentle Annie, Till we meet you on another threshing day. Chorus