Wild mountain thyme : to the mcpeake family of belfast      Oh the summer time is coming   And the trees are sweetly bloomin'   And the wild mountain thyme   Grows around the bloomin' heather   Will ye go lassie go and we'll all go together   To pluck wild mountain thyme?    All around the bloomin' heather   Will ye go lassie go      I will build my love a bower by yon pure crystal fountain   And on it I will pile all the flowers of the mountain   I will range throug the wild and the deep glen sae dreary   And return wi' my spoils to the bower of my deary      If my true love she were gone I'd surely find another   Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather   Oh the summer time is comin' and the trees are sweetly bloomin'   And the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather