Rí rá agus ruaille buaille

Hares on the Mountain
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


It hasn't really got light today, totally gloomy, but I went over the mountain to Ballydehob for the first Irish lesson of the year. I spied me a hare. Two spine tingling versions of this song
Irish version
English version


And this hare? A rather wonderful potter/ceramicist lives up the boreen, specialising in work based on Medieval manuscripts where hares get the upper hand and hunt the humans! They'd be up for a bit of rí rá agus ruaille buaille  (new phrase learnt today: divilment!!)