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The summer time has come |
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And the trees are sweetly blooming, |
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And the wild mountain thyme |
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Grows among the purple heather. |
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And will you go, laddie go? |
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If you will not go with me |
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I will surely find another |
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To pick wild mountain thyme |
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All across the purple heather, |
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And will you go, laddie, go? |
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And we'll all go together |
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To pluck wild mountain thyme |
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All among the purple heather |
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Will you go, laddie go? |
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For I will build my love a bower |
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By yon crystal flowing fountain, |
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And upon it I will pile |
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All of the flowers of the mountain. |
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And I will build my love a shelter |
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By yon clear mountain stream |
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Oh my love shall be the fairest |
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That the summer sun has seen |
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Aw will you go o' laddie go? |
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And we'll all go together |
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To pluck wild mountain thyme |
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All among the blooming heather |
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Will you go, laddie go? |
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And we'll all go together |
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To pick wild mountain thyme |
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All among the blooming heather |
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Will you go... laddie, go? |
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go... |
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Come and walk with me for awhile |
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...along the way |
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Will you go? |
