Oh, the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather
Will you go La**ie, go
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All among the blooming heather
Will you go La**ie, go
I will build my love a bower
By yon pure and crystal fountain
And upon it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
If my true love she were to part
I would surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go la**ie go
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All among the blooming heather
Will you go La**ie, go
Will you go La**ie, go