Standard (EADGBE)
The harvest times come, gentle Annie,
And your wild oats are all scattered round the field.
Youll be anxious to know, gentle Annie,
How your little crop of oats is going to yield.
Chorus
Well say farewell, gentle Annie,
For you know with you I can no longer stay.
Yes, Ill bid you adieu, gentle Annie,
Till we meet you on another threshing day.
Your muttons very sweet, gentle Annie,
And Im sure it cant be packed in New South Wales,
But youd better put a fence around the cabbage,
Or theyll all get eaten up by the snails.
Chorus
Youll take my advice, gentle Annie,
And youd 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 Ill bid you adieu, gentle Annie,
Till we meet you on another threshing day.