O the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the 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 tower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will you go, lassie go?

If my true love she was gone
I would surely find no other
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go, lassie go?

Footnote: You would rarely go to a folk club in the early 60s without hearing this lovely song from the pen of Irishman Francis McPeake. Not a traditional song but one which has very much entered the tradition. Sometimes known as ‘Wiil you go, Lassie go’ it has echoes of Paisley’s Robert Tannahill’s (1774-1810)song ‘The Braes o’ Balquidder’.