Chorus (after each verse): Will ye go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower Near yon pure crystal fountain And on it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain
If my true love, she were gone I would surely find another Where wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather
Oh the summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather
