’Aint you coming out, darling? do love, do,
For my toes is cold and my nose is blue,”
Down at the farm-yard gate!
Chorus.
Oh, that farm-yard gate!
Johnny was there, early and late,
Whistling and singing, Are you coming out, Kate?
Down at the farm-yard gate!
She would come out and they both would sing,
Down at the farm-yard gate!