[Intro][A single, deeply monotonous acoustic guitar strummed by a man in woollen trousers with bells tied to his knees][Verse 1]When Autumn’s a-knockin’ and turnin’ the leaf,You pull up a root for a stew with some beef. It grows in the dirt where the blind worms reside,With a bright orange coat that it tries hard to hide! [Chorus]Go gatherin’ carrots from field and from hill!We’ll be gatherin’ carrots till we’ve had our fill! [Verse 2]On dark lonely nights when a cruel wind has blown,With a carrot companion, you're never alone! Carrots in hot pots, and carrots in pie,Or a stew will do till you transmogrify! [Chorus]Go gatherin’ carrots from field and from hill!We’ll be gatherin’ carrots till we’ve had our fill! Gathering carrots it's a harvest of bliss, oh carrots, oh carrots not to be missed[Bridge][A tin whistle joins in, sounding slightly out of tune and incredibly flat]'Tis a well-known appendage of a fresh juicy tart,That’ll rise With a chortle and leave with a fart [Chorus]Go gatherin’ carrots from field and from hill!We’ll be gatherin’ carrots till we’ve had our fill! Gathering carrots it's a harvest of bliss, oh carrots, oh carrots not to be missed [Verse 3]Fine long carrots so firm to the touch, can bring so much happiness when firm in your clutch, a friend to young maidens and a friend to old crones with a carrot companion they're never alone. [Chorus]Go gatherin’ carrots from field and from hill!We’ll be gatherin’ carrots till we’ve had our fill! Gathering carrots it's a harvest of bliss, oh carrots, oh carrots not to be missed
