Oh, the summer-time is coming
And the trees are sweetly bloomin',
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin' heather;

Refrain:
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 tower
By yon pure, crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain;