C G Am F The harvest time's come, gentle AnnieC Am G and your wild oates are all scattered round the fieldC G Am F You'll be anxious to know, gentle AnnieC G C F C how your little crop of oates is going to yield [Verse 2]C G Am F Your mutton's very sweet, gentle AnnieC Am G and you know it can't be packed in New South WalesC G Am F You'd better put a fence round your cabbageC G C F C or they'll all be eaten up by the snails [Verse 3]C G Am F And you'll take my advice, gentle AnnieC Am G You'd better watch your chappie goin' awayC G Am F with his knapsack hung over his saddleC G C F C and he stole some knives and forks the other day [Verse 4]C G Am F the bullocks they are yolked, gentle AnnieC Am G and you know with you, I can stay no moreC G Am F so I'll bid you farewell, gentle AnnieC G C F C and we'll meet again some other thrashing day [Otro]F C F C Yes I'll bid you farewell gentle AnnieC Am G for you know with you I can stay no moreC G Am F so I'll bid you farewell gentle AnnieC G C F C you're the little black eyed girl that I adore
Gentle Annie
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