If all them young ladies
was little white rabbits,
I'd be a hare and I'd
teach them bad habits.
Roll your leg over,
roll your leg over,
roll your leg over the man in the moon.
If all them young ladies
was rushes a -growin',
I'd take out my scythe and
I'd set out a -mowin'.
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over,
roll your leg over, the man in the moon.
If all them young ladies
was fish in the ocean,
I'd be a shark and I'd
raise a commotion.
And roll your leg over, roll your leg over,
roll your leg over, the man in the moon.
If all them young ladies was
sheep in the clover
I'd be a ram and I'd
ram them all over
And roll your leg over, roll your leg over,
roll your leg over the man in the moon
Now if all them young ladies
was little white vixen
I'd be a fox and I'd
chase them and fix them
And roll your leg over ,
roll your leg over,
Roll your leg over, the man in the moon.
If all them young ladies
was grapes on the vine,
I'd be a plucker and
I'd have me a tithe.
And roll your leg over,
roll your leg over,
Roll your leg over, the man in the moon.
If all them young ladies
was bells in the tower,
I'd be a sex and I'd bang on the hour.
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over,
roll your leg over the man in the moon.
If all them young ladies
was bricks in a pile,
I'd be a mason, I'd lay them in style.
And roll your leg over, roll your leg over,
roll your leg over the man in the moon.
Now there's some who
would hide them,
conceal them, or bind them,
but hither forbid
I'm the kid that would find them.
And roll your leg over, roll your leg over,
roll your leg over the
man in the moon.
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