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 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 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 I'd 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