The Irish Rovers Up Among the Heather song lyrics
The Irish Rovers Up Among the Heather song lyrics
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Rolling with a wee girl underneath the tree
A bungbee stung me well above the knee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
As i begon to roem on a summers day
I spyed a banny lassy stoor all among the bray
She was picking wiled berrys, and i offer her a hand
Saying meyby i can help you fill your wee tin can
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Rolling with a wee girl underneath the tree
A bungbee stung me well above the knee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Says I'm a bonny lassie, are ya going to spend the day
Up amongst the heather, where all the lads and lassies play
They'r haggin and they kissing, and they making facy free
Among the blooming heather, on the hill a' Benachee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Rolling with a wee girl underneath the tree
A bungbee stung me well above the knee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
We sat down together and i held her in me arms
I hugged her and I kissed her taken by her charms
Then i took out me fiddle and i fiddled merrily
Among the blooming heather at the hill a' Benachee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Rolling with a wee girl underneath the tree
A bungbee stung me well above the knee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Come all you bonny lassies please take my advice
Never let a soldier laddy kiss you more than twice
For all the time he's kissing you, he's thinking out a plan
To get a wee-be rattle at your old tin can
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Rolling with a wee girl underneath the tree
A bungbee stung me well above the knee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Rolling with a wee girl underneath the tree
A bungbee stung me well above the knee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee
Rolling with a wee girl underneath the tree
A bungbee stung me well above the knee
Up among the heather at the hill a' Benachee