Oh, the summer-time is coming

And the trees are sweetly bloomin',

And the wild mountain thyme

Grows around the bloomin' heather;



Refrain:

Will ye go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together,

To pluck wild mountain thyme

All around the bloomin' heather;

Will ye go, lassie, go?



I will build my love a tower

By yon pure, crystal fountain,

And on it I will pile

All the flowers of the mountain;