Wild mountain thyme

Wild mountain thyme : to the mcpeake family of belfast

Oh the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly bloomin
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin heather
Will ye go lassie go and well all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme?
All around the bloomin 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
I will range throug the wild and the deep glen sae dreary
And return wi my spoils to the bower of my deary

If my true love she were gone Id surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin heather
Oh the summer time is comin and the trees are sweetly bloomin
And the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin heather