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The Wild Mountain Thyme

Will ye go lassie, go

  • Oh, the summertime is comin', (has come)
  • And the trees are sweetly blooming, (turnin')
  • Where the wild mountain thyme
  • Grows around the blooming heather (purple heather)
  • Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
  • And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
  • All around the blooming heather.
  • Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
  • I will build my love a bower (tower)
  • By yon pure crystal fountain
  • And around it I will place (and on it I will pile)
  • All the flowers of the mountain.
  • Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
  • And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
  • All around the blooming heather.
  • Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
  • If my true love e'er should leave me (she won't have me)
  • I would surely find another
  • Where the wild mountain thyme
  • Grows around the blooming heather.
  • Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
  • And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
  • All around the blooming heather.
  • Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
  • Oh, the autumn-time is comin',
  • And the leaves are gently falling,
  • Where the wild mountain thyme
  • Grows around the blooming heather
  • Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
  • And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
  • All around the blooming heather.
  • Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?

The Braes o' Balquhither

 

  • Let us go, lassie, go,
  • Tae the braes o Balquhither,
  • Whar the blaeberries grow
  • Mang the bonnie Hielan heather ;
  • Whar the deer and the rae,
  • Lichtly bounding taegither,
  • Sport the lang simmer day
  • On the braes o Balquhither.
  • I will twine thee a bow'r,
  • By the clear siller fountain,
  • And I'll cover it o'er
  • Wi the flowers o the mountain ;
  • I will range thro the wilds,
  • And the deep glens sae dreary,
  • An return wi their spoils,
  • Tae the bow'r o my deary.
  • Whan the rude wintry wind
  • Idly raves roun our dwellin,
  • And the roar o the linn
  • On the nicht breeze is swellin ;
  • So merrily we'll sing,
  • As the storm rattles o'er us,
  • Till the dear shielin ring
  • Wi the licht liltin chorus.
  • Now the simmer is in prime,
  • Wi the flowers richly bloomin,
  • Wi the wild mountain thyme
  • A the moorlan's perfumin ;
  • Tae our dear native scenes
  • Let us journey taegither,
  • Whar glad innocence reigns,
  • Mang the braes o Balquhither.