Oh the summer time is comin, And the leaves are sweetly bloomin

And the wild mountain thyme, Grows around the bloomin heather.

WIll ye go laddie go?

CHRS: And we'll all go together, to pull wild mountain thyme

All around the bloomin heather. Will ye go laddie go?

I will build my love a bower, by yon pure crystal fountain

And on it, I will place, all the flowers of the mountain

Will ye go, laddie go?’

CHRS:

If my true love he were gone, I will surely find another

Where the wild mountain thyme, grows around the bloomin heather.

Will he go laddie go?

CHRS: