Up Among The Heather Songtext
von The Irish Rovers

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