Paroles
1. Oh, the summertime has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather.
Will ye go lassie, go ?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go, lassie go ?
2. If my true love will not go
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
3. I will build my love a bower
By yon clear an crystal fountain
And in it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain.