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More fun exploring my native music tradition ... this song is also sometimes called Hares On The Mountain. I just let it come out however it wanted and it's ended up as a full-on acid trip thing.
My parents bought me a really beautiful electric guitar when I was 13 and this is the first time I've used it on one of my songs. Shame on me ... I had no idea it could sound so gorgeous, and I intend to make more use of it in future.
I've said before that English folk songs are nearly always about death or sex. Nobody dies in this one, so ...
What I did: vocals, piano, electric guitar, electric mandolin with lashings of string-squeak, shamanic silver branch (don't ask)
Traditional, arranged by Rebsie Fairholm © 2007
My parents bought me a really beautiful electric guitar when I was 13 and this is the first time I've used it on one of my songs. Shame on me ... I had no idea it could sound so gorgeous, and I intend to make more use of it in future.
I've said before that English folk songs are nearly always about death or sex. Nobody dies in this one, so ...
What I did: vocals, piano, electric guitar, electric mandolin with lashings of string-squeak, shamanic silver branch (don't ask)
Traditional, arranged by Rebsie Fairholm © 2007
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Lyrics
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 Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you
She smiled and replied then you'd say I'd misled you
If all the young girls were hares on the mountain
If all the young girls were hares on the mountain
How many young men would take guns and go hunting
If young girls could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
If young girls could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
How many young men would go beating the bushes
If all the young girls were like rushes a-growing
If all the young girls were like rushes a-growing
How many young men would take scythes and go mowing
If all the young girls were fish in the water
If all the young girls were fish in the water
How many young men would undress and swim after
Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing
She smiled and replied you don't know what you're missing
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you
She smiled and replied then you'd say I'd misled you
If all the young girls were hares on the mountain
If all the young girls were hares on the mountain
How many young men would take guns and go hunting
If young girls could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
If young girls could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
How many young men would go beating the bushes
If all the young girls were like rushes a-growing
If all the young girls were like rushes a-growing
How many young men would take scythes and go mowing
If all the young girls were fish in the water
If all the young girls were fish in the water
How many young men would undress and swim after






































































ktb
Rebsie, how utterly delightful. Your guitar sounds spectacular. The piano work provides a nice musical carousel feel, while the progression seems to follow the english folk path. A very cool dyslexic experience. Your voice is as sweet as i've heard it. You compose music as elegant as your forum posts :-) Herbal refreshments indeed!