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Tabbed by Jack Dingler weaseldog2001@yahoo.com Gentle Annie Traditional
AThe harvest time’Es come, gentlAe Annie, D And your Awild oats are all scattered round the Efield. You’ll bAe anxious tEo know, gentlAe Annie, D How your Alittle crop of Eoats is going to Ayield.
CHORUS
We’lDl say farewell, gentlAe Annie, For you know with you I can no longer Estay. Yes, I’lAl bid youE adieu, gentlAe Annie, D Till we Ameet you on aEnother threshing Aday.
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