GENTLE ANNIE
Now the harvest time is come, gentle Annie,
And the wild oats are all scattered O'er the field.
You'll be anxious to know, gentle Annie,
How your little crop of oats is going to yield.

And we're travelling down the road into Bonar
And we're following the feed of Billy Yates
When we arrive and we see the donor
She's a little girl we left at Tommy Waites

So we must meet again gentle Annie
As each year we travelling round you go
And we never will forget you gentle Annie
You're the little dark-eyed girl we do adore

Well your mutton's very sweet, gentle Annie,
And your wines they can't be beat in New South Wales,
But you'd better get a fence round your cabbage,
Or they'll all be eaten up by the snails.

And you'll take my advice, gentle Annie,
And you'd better watch old chaffie going away
With a packbag hung over his saddle,
For he stole some knives and forks the other day.

Yes we must meet again gentle Annie
Each year as we a-travelling round you go
And we never can forget you gentle Annie
You're the little dark-eyed girl that we adore

Well your little bit of oats are pressed dear Annie
And the bullocks they are yoked to go away
You'll be sorry when we're gone gentle Annie
For you'll want us then to stop and thresh the hay

But we must say farewell, gentle Annie,
For you know with you we cannot longer stay.
But we hope one and all gentle Annie
To be with you on another threshing day
^^^