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 you young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes If you 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 you young men are taken to frisking and fooling Oh you young men are taken to frisking and fooling So I'll stay right here and attend to my schooling"