Then there this Scots song (to the same tune as "Come All Ye Fisher Lasses") and recorded by Arthur Argo, I think ("A Wee Thread o' Blue"):

THE HILL O' BENNACHIE
(Traditional)

Chorus:
It was up among the heather on the hill o' Bennachie
It was there I set a bonnie lassie sittin' on my knee
When a bum' bee start me richt below the knee
And we both came haem a mournin' for the hill o' Bennachie.

Now says I to my friends for ya going to spend the day
I'm going to spend the day on the hill o' Bennachie
For the lads and the lasses they are set so free
Among the bloomin' heather on the hill o' Bennachie.
(Chorus)

As I was a wand'rin' on the hill o' Bennachie
I met a bonnie lassie, she was kilted to the knee.
I took her and followed her and aye she said to me,
"Aye, Jock, your whiskers ticklin'" on the hill o' Bennachie.
(Chorus)

Now says I, me bonnie lassie, will you tak' my advice?
Oh, never let a soldier laddie kiss you more than twice.
'Cause all the time he's kissing you he's makin' up a plan
To hae another rattle at your old tin can.
(Chorus)