( Francis McPeake )
Oh, the summertime is comin’,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we’ll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain
And around it I will place
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we’ll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
If my true love e’er should leave me
I would surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we’ll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
Oh, the autumn-time is comin’,
And the leaves are gently falling,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we’ll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
