Wild mountain thyme : to the mcpeake family of belfast Oh the summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly bloomin' And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the bloomin' heather Will ye go la**ie go and we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme? All around the bloomin' heather Will ye go la**ie go I will build my love a bower by yon pure crystal fountain And on it i will pile all the flowers of the mountain
I will range throug the wild and the deep glen sae dreary And return wi' my spoils to the bower of my deary If my true love she were gone i'd surely find another Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather Oh the summer time is comin' and the trees are sweetly bloomin' And the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather