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Hares On The Mountain

Bonnie Dobson And Lords Of Thyme
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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 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 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? 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 die laughter? But the young men are given to frisking and fooling All the young men are given to frisking and fooling So I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling