Letras
Oh the Summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme,
Grows around the blooming heather,
Will ye go lassie go.
Chorus:
And we'll all go together,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go lassie go.
I will build my love a bower,
By yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile,
All the flowers of the mountain,
Will ye go lassie go.
Chorus
If my true love she won't come,
I will surely find another,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go lassie go.
Chorus x2
