Oh, the summertime is come, and the trees are sweetly blooming,
Where the wild mountain thyme, grows around the blooming heather.

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Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together, to pick 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 around it I will pile, all the flowers of the mountain.

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If my true love should ever leave me, I would surely find another,
Where the wild mountain thyme, grows around the blooming heather.

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Oh, the autumn-time is come, and the leaves are gently falling,
Where the wild mountain thyme, grows around the blooming heather.

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