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