Oh,
the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will you go,
lassie, go?
And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme
Go,
lassie, go
I will build my love about My yon cool crystal fountain
I will range
through the wilds And the deep plains so dreary
And return with their spoils To the bower of my dearie
If my true love shall not come
Then I'll surely find another
