Formerly in the Irish Packet
Oh, the summertime is coming
And the trees, they are a-blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows among the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go
And we’ll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go
I will build my love a bower
By yon pure and crystal fountain
And around it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
If me love should ever leave me
I will surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather