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