O the summer time is coming
And the leaves are sweetly turning
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather.
Will you go, la**ie, go?
If you will not go with me
You know, I'd surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme,
From all around the purple heather.
Will you go, la**ie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pull the wild mountain thyme,
From all around the purple heather.
Will you go, la**ie, go?
I will build my love a shrine
At foot of the fountain
O and on it I will pile,
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, la**ie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pull the wild mountain thyme,
From all around the purple heather.
Will you go, la**ie, go?