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 if all the young maids sang like blackbirds and thrushes
Oh if young maids could sing like the blackbirds and thrushes
How many young men would go beating the bushes?
And if all the young maids were ducks on the water
Oh if all the young maids were ducks on the water
How many young men would undress and dive under?
And if all the young maids were hares on the mountain
Oh if all the young maids were hares on the mountain
How many young men would take guns and go hunting?
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
Oh if all the young men were rushes a-growing
Oh if all the young men were rushes a-growing
How many young maids would take scythes and go mowing?
And if all the young men were sheep in the meadow
Oh if all the young men were sheep in the meadow
How many young maids would be burning the tallow?
And if all the young men were hares on the mountain
Yeah if all the young men were hares on the mountain
How many young maids would take guns and go hunting?
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