drnecessitor

O the summer time has come, and the trees are sweetly blooming
and the wild mountain thyme grows among the purple heather

Will you go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together,
To pull wild mountain thyme
All across the blooming heather
Will you go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower by yon crystal flowing fountain
And on it I shall pile all the flowers of the mountain

If my true love will not go, then I'll surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme all across the blooming heather

I will build my love a shelter by yon clear mountain stream
And my love shall be the fairest that the summer sun has seen.

Will you go, lassie, go?