There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari Mac Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track Lot of other fellas try to get her on her back But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early Chorus: Mari Mac's mother's making Mari Mac marry me My mother's making me marry Mari Mac Well I'm going to marry Mari for when Mari's taking care of me We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mari Mac Now Mari 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 Mari or her mother Or both of them together I am courting Chorus Well up among the heather in the hills of Bonifee Well I had a bonnie lass sitting on me knee A bumble bee stung me right above me knee Up among the heather in the hills of Benifee Chorus Well I said "Wee bonnie lassie, where you going to spend the day?" She said "Among the heather in the hills of Benifee" Where all the boys and girls are making out so free Up among the heather in the hills of Benifee Chorus The wedding's on Wednesday, everything's arranged Soon her name will be changed to mine unless her mind be changed And making the arrangements, I'm feeling quite deranged Marriage is an awful undertaking Chorus(thanks Susan!)
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? --Mary Oliver(Thanks, Kathy) apologies to Mary Oliver, hoping that having this here will create more, rather than fewer, readers