If you are looking for the tune I'll work on it, may be a few days, may be an Aussie tune. Can I send you a MIDI file?
Seeing I have taken the time to get the words here they are (didn't know the original was Stephen Foster).
Now the harvest time's come, Gentle Annie,
And your wild oats are all scattered round the field.
You'll be anxious to know, Gentle Annie,
How your little crop of oats is going to yield.
Now your mutton's very sweet, Gentle Annie,
And I'm sure it can't be packed in New South Wales,
And you'd better put a fence round those cabbage
Or they'll all get eaten up by the snails.
And you'll take my advice, Gentle Annie,
And you'd better watch old Chaffing Ern away
With his pack bag hung over his saddle,
And he stole some knives and forks the other day.
Now the bullocks they are yoked, Gentle Annie,
And you know with you I can no longer stay,
So I'll bid you adieu, Gentle Annie,
And I'll meet you on another threshing day.
I will say farewell, Gentle Annie,
For you know with you I can no longer stay.
Yes I'll bid you adieu, Gentle Annie.
You're the little dark-eyed girl that I adore.