If all the young ladies were little white rabbits
I'd be a hare and I teach them bad habits
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon

If all the young ladies were rushes a growing
I'd take out my sythe and I'd start into mowing
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon

If all the young ladies were fish in the ocean
I'd be a shark and I'd start a commotion
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon

If all the young ladies were sheep in the clover
I'd be a ram ad' I'd ram them all over
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon

If all the young ladies were little white vixen
I'd be a fox and I chase them and fix them
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon

If all the young ladies were grapes on the vine
I'd be a plucker and I have me a time
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon

If all the young ladies were bells in the tower
I'd be a sexton and bang on the hour
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon

If all the young ladies were bricks in the pile
I'd be a mason, I lay them in style
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon

Ah now there's some who hide them, conceal them and bind them
But Heaven forbid, I'm the kid who would find them
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon