Up Among the Heather

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

Rolling with a wee girl underneath a tree

A bum-bee stung me well above the knee

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

As I went out a-roving on a summer's day

I spied a bonnie lassie strolling on the brae

She was picking wild berries and I offered her a hand

Saying maybe I could help you fill your wee tin can

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

Rolling with a wee girl underneath a tree

A bum-bee stung me well above the knee

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

Says I me bonnie lass are you going to spend the day

Up among the heather where the lads and lassies play

They're hugging and they're kissing and they're making fancy-free

Among the blooming heather on the hill of Benachie

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

Rolling with a wee girl underneath a tree

A bum-bee stung me well above the knee

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

We sat down together and I held her in my arms

I hugged her and I kissed her taken by her charms

Then I took out my fiddle and I fiddled merrily

Among the blooming heather at the hill of Benachie

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

Rolling with a wee girl underneath a tree

A bum-bee stung me well above the knee

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

Come all you bonnie lassies and take my advice

And never let a soldier laddie kiss you more than twice

For all the time he's kissing you he's thinking out a plan

To get a wee bit rattle at your ould tin can

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie

Rolling with a wee girl underneath a tree

A bum-bee stung me well above the knee

Up among the heather at the hill of Benachie