Hares On The Mountain

Oh, Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing

Oh, Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing

She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing"

Oh, Sally my dear, I wish I could wed you

Oh, Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you

She smiled and replied, "Then you'd say I'd misled you"

If all you young men were hares on the mountain

If all you young men were hares on the mountain

How many young girls would take guns and go hunting?

If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes

If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes

How many young girls would go beating the bushes?

If all you young men were fish in the water

If all you young men were fish in the water

How many young girls would undress and dive after?

But the young men are given to frisking and fooling

Oh, the young men are given to frisking and fooling

So I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling