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?