Oh, the summertime is comin'
And the trees are sweetly blooming
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather

Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?

I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain
And around it I will place
All the flowers of the mountain

Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?

If my true love e'er should leave me
I would surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather

Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?

Oh, the autumn-time is comin'
And the leaves are gently falling
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather

Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?

Now our daughter's grown up fine
And a suitor comes a callin'
I can see it in her eyes
It's a true love that's blooming

Traditional Irish folk song, rewritten in 1957 by Francis McPeake from Robert Tannahill's "The Braes of Balquhidder".