Wild Mountain Thyme

Oh, the summer time has come,
And the trees are blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

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

I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I’ll pile,
All the flowers of the mountain.

If my true love, she were gone,
I would surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.