Mary Mack Fiddler's Green

There's a neat little lass and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track
A lot of other falla's tryin'to get her on her back
But I think they'll have to get up early

Mary Mack's mother's making Mary Mack marry me
My mother's making me marry Mary Mack
Well,I'm gonna marry Mary so my Mary's taking care of me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mack

Now Mary and her mother gang an awful lot together
In fact you hardly see the one without the other
People often wonder is it Mary or her mother
Or both of them together I am courtin'

Well, up among the heather in the hills of Benafy
Well,I had a bonnie lass, merry me !
A bumble bee stung me right above the knee
Up among the heather in the hills of Benafy

Well, I saw a bonnie lassie
Will you go and spend a day
Sittin'in the heather in the hills of Bonafy
Where all the boys and girls are making out for free
Up among the heather in the hills of Benafy