Bonnie purple etc.

There are many beautiful Scottish songs which extole the wonders of the heather on the hills but for some reason it's always this one I end up humming to myself...

Up among the heather in the hill o Bennachie
a bum bee stung me weel abin the knee...

I apologise if the lyrics might not be the ones you know. A wee search on t'inernet showed up quite a variety and revealed to me that what I thought was a fairly innocent wee ditty about the dangers of sitting on bumblebees goes on to describe other outdoor activities undertaken by pretty maids and fiddling soldiers.