Lyrics:

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



Now, the wedding's on a wednesday and everything's arranged

her name will soon be changed to mine unless her mind be changed

I'm making the arrangement, I'm feeling 'bout deranged

marriage is an awful undertaking



Sure to be granting it's a grand affair

goin to be a forthnight if everyone is there

And I'll be a buggar if I don'd give a share

If I don't be very much mistaken



There's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack

make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna take

And a lot of other fella's tryin'to get her on her back

but I think they'll have to get up early