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 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 w?re fish in the water
If all you young m?n were fish in the water
How many young girls would undress and dive after?

But the young men are given to frisking and fooling
Oh, the young men are given to frisking and fooling
So I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling