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