Oh, the summer time is coming, 

And the trees are blooming, 

And the wild mountain thyme 

Grows around the blooming heather. 





Will you go, lassie, will you go? 

And we'll all go together 

To pull wild mountain thyme 

All around the blooming heather, 

Will you go, lassie, go? 



I will build my love a bower 

By yon clear and crystal fountain, 

And all around the bower,

I'll pile flowers from the mountain. 



I will range through the wild

and the deep glen sae dreary 

and return wi' my spoils 

tae the bower of my dearie





If my true love, she won't have me, 

I will surely find another 

To pull wild mountain thyme 

All around the blooming heather. 



Oh, the summertime is coming 

And thre trees are blooming 

And the wild mountain thyme 

Grows around the blooming heather