Traditional
There's a neat little lass her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track
Lots of other fellows try to get her on her back
But I'm thinking that I'll have to get up early
Chorus
Mary Mack's mother's makin' Mary Mack marry me
My mother's makin' me marry Mary Mack
I'm gonna marry Mary
For when Mary's takin' care of me
We'll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack
Now Mary and her mother are an awful lot together
In fact you hardly see the one without the other
And people often wonder if it’s Mary or her mother
Or both of them together that I'm courting
Well up among the heather of the hills of Benne Fae
I had a bonny lass sittin on my knee
A bumble bee stung me right above my knee
Up among the heather of the hills of Benne Fae
I said to the bonny lass we're gonna spend the day
Sittin' in the heather of the hills of Benne Fae
Where all the boys and girls are makin' a fray
Up among the heather of the hills of Benne Fae
Wedding's on Wednesday, everything's arranged
Her name will soon be changed tae mine,
Unless her mind be changed
(alt: Soon we'll arrange that every thing will change)
Makin' the arrangements, faith, I'm just aboot deranged
For marriage is an awful undertakin'
It's sure tae be grand and grander than a fair
Gonna be a fourth night and every man is there
And I'll be a bugger if I don't get my share
If I don't we'll all be very much mistaken
There's a neat little lass her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track
Lots of other fellows try to get her on her back
But I'm thinking that I'll have to get up early
Performer(s) Thorvald Grimsson