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 wed you
She smiled and replied
then you’d say I’d misled you
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
How many young girls would go beating the bushes?
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