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 fol-da-diddle-di-dow, sing fol-da-dol-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 fol-da-diddle-di-dow, sing fol-da-dol-day

If all the young girls were like green rushes growing
If all the young girls were like green rushes growing
Young men would take scythes and they'd go out a-mowing
Sing fol-da-diddle-di-dow, sing fol-da-dol-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 fol-da-diddle-di-dow, sing fol-da-dol-day

If all the young girls were like dew on the corn
If all the young girls were like dew on the corn
Young men would go rambling the fields night and morning
Sing fol-da-diddle-di-dow, sing fol-da-dol-day