Oh, the summertime has come
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
Near yon pure crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
If my true love she were gone
I would surely find another
To pick wild mountain thyme
From around the purple heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?