If all the young girls were like hares on the mountain
If all the young girls were like hares on the mountain
Very soon the young men, they would go out a-hunting
Sing right fol-da-diddle-dero, sing right fol-da-day
If all the young girls were like blackbirds and thrushes
If all the young girls were like blackbirds and thrushes
Young men would take sticks and go beating the bushes
Sing Right fol-da-diddle-dero, sing right fol-da--day
If all the young girls were like red roses blooming
If all the young girls were like red roses blooming
Young men would take scissors and go out a-pruning
Sing right fol-da-diddle-dero, sing right fol-da-day
If all the young girls were like dew on the barley
If all the young girls were like dew on the barley
Young men would go rambling the fields late and early
Sing Right fol-da-diddle-dero, sing right fol-da-day
