Up Among the Heather (traditional Scottish)

[chorus:] Up among the heather at the hill o’ Bennachie Rollin’ with a wee girl underneath a tree A bungbee stung me well above the knee Up among the heather at the hill o’ Bennachie

One day I went walking in the merry month of May I met a bonnie kilted lass 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

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Well we walked along for quite awhile and we came by the stream Then she says come here me boy and show me what you mean I hugged her and I kissed her and aye she said to me, "Aye, Jock, your whiskers ticklin'" on the hill o' Bennachie.

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Oh, ye bonnie wee lassies, listen to my advice Never let a soldier laddie kiss you more than twice. For all the time he's kissing you he's thinkin' up a plan To get a wee bit rattle at your old tin can.

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