Hares on the Mountain

Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" If all the young men Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? If all the young men Were fish in the water How many young girls would undress and dive after? 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 So, I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling