John McDermott - Wild Mountain Thyme

Oh, the summertime is coming, And the trees are sweetly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme Rose around the blooming heather. Won't ye go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together. Tae that wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather. Will ye go, lassie go? I will build my love a bower By yon pure crystal fountain And on it, I shall pile All the flowers of the mountain. Will ye go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together. Tae that wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather. Will ye go, lassie go? I will range through the wild And the deep glen, so dreary, And return with my spoils, To the bower of my deary. Will ye go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together. Tae that wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather. Will ye go, lassie go? If my true love, she were gone, I would surely find another Tae that wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather. Will ye go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together. Tae that wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather. Will ye go, lassie go? And we'll all go together. Tae that wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather. Will ye go, lassie go?