| lyric | Oh, the summer time is coming
and the tresse are sweetly blooming,
and the wild mountain thyme
grows around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
Chorus:
And we’ll all to together
to pluck wild mountain thyme,
all around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a tower
near you pure crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile
all the flowers of the mountain,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
CHORUS
If my true love she were gone,
I would surely find another,
Where wild mountain thyme
grows around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
CHORUS |