Hares On the Mountain

If young girls could sing like black birds and thrushes

If young girls could sing like black birds and thrushes

How many young men would go beat at the bushes?

Sally my dear, oh it’s you I’d be kissing

Sally my dear, oh it’s you I’d be kissing

She smiled and she said, you don’t know what you’re missing

If all the young girls were like hares on the mountain

If all the young girls were like hares on the mountain

How many young men would go out there and hunt them?

If all the young men were like ducks on the water

If all the young men were like ducks on the water

How many young girls would dive in and go after?

If all the young men were like hares on the mountain

If all the young men were like hares on the mountain

How many young girls would go out there and hunt them?