O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chorus<\/em> I will build my love a bower,\u00a0 I will range through the wilds\u00a0 If my true love she’ll not come, O the summer time has come And the trees are sweetly blooming And wild mountain thyme Grows around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? Chorus And we’ll all go together, To pull wild mountain thyme, All around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? I will build my love a bower,\u00a0By yon clear crystal fountain,\u00a0And on it I will pile,\u00a0All … <\/p>\n
And we’ll all go together,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By yon clear crystal fountain,\u00a0
And on it I will pile,\u00a0
All the flowers of the mountain.\u00a0
Will you go, lassie, go?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the deep land so dreary\u00a0
And return with the spoils\u00a0
To the bower o’ my dearie.\u00a0
Will ye go lassie go ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I’ll surely find another,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"