GENTLE ANNIE

(G) G D7 G C / G D7 / G D7 G C / G D7 G

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

C G / G D7 / G D7 G C / G D7 G

We'll say farewell, gentle Annie
For you know with you I can no longer stay
Yes, I'll bid you adieu, gentle Annie
Till we meet you on another threshing day

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

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The original song, "Gentle Annie," seems to have been written by
Stephen Foster in 1856. Like many good songs, it found it way to
Australia, where it took on local references and, perhaps, a more
Ambiguously sensual flavor. This version appeared in print in
Vol. I, no.e, (1964) of Australian Tradition, and was recorded by
Martyn Wyndham-Road. Thence via Joe Hickerson to Ed Trickett to
Me

Recorded on Side 2 Band 4 of "Turning Toward the Morning"
@Australia
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