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 missin'" Fol the geedle right oh ak falldery 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 mislead you" Fol the geedle right oh ak falldery If the young men could sing like blackbirds like thrushes If the young men could sing like blackbirds like thrushes How many young girls would go beat in the bushes? Fol the geedle right oh ak falldery 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? Fol the geedle right oh ak falldery 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 Fol the geedle right oh ak falldery But the young men are given to frisking and fooling But the young men are given to frisking and fooling So I'll leave them alone and tend to my schooling And sing "Fol the geedle right oh ak falldery" And sing "Fol the geedle right oh ak falldery"