O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the booming heather.
Will you go, la**ie, go?
And we'll all go together,
To pick wild mountain thyme,
All around the booming heather.
Will you go, la**ie, go?
I will build my love a tower,
By yon clear crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile,
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, la**ie, go?
I will wander through the wilds
Through this deep land so dreary
And return with the spoils
To the bower of my dearie.
Will ye go la**ie go?
If my true love she won't come,
Then I'll surely find another,
To pick wild mountain thyme,
All around the blooming heather.
Will you go, la**ie, go?