Wild Mountain Thyme

Oh, the spring, it is a-coming

And the trees are softly blooming

And the wild mountain thyme blooms along the purple heather

Will ye go, laddie, go? And we will all go together

To pick wild mountain thyme all along the purple heather

Will ye go, laddie, go?

I will build my love a bower over by yon crystal fountain

And in it I shall pile all the treasures of the mountain

Will ye go, laddie, go? And we will all go together

To pick wild mountain thyme all along the purple heather

Will ye go, laddie, go?

If my true love will not go, well then I shall surely find another

Who’ll pick wild mountain thyme all along the purple heather

Will ye go, laddie, go? And we will all go together

To pick wild mountain thyme all along the purple heather

Will ye go, laddie, go?