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