Hares on the Mountain (Fast Version)

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 bed 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  

  

If all you young men were hares on the mountain  

  

How many young girls would take guns and go hunting  

 

  

  

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 

 

 

   

 If all you young men were rushes a-growing  

  

If all you young men were rushes a-growing  

  

How many young girls would take scythes and go mowing  

 

 

 

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   

  

  

  

But the young men are given to frisking and fooling  

  

The young men are given to frisking and fooling  

  

I’ll leave them alone and attend to my schooling