| O the summer time has come
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| And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
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| And the wild mountain thyme
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| Grows around the bloomin' heather
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| Will ye go
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| Lassie
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| Go?
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| And we’ll all go together
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| To pull wild mountain thyme
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| All around the bloomin' heather
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| Will ye go
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| Lassie
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| Go?
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| I will build my love a bower (summerhouse)
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| By yon cool crystal fountain
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| And round it I will pile
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| All the wild flowers o' the mountain
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| Will ye go
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| Lassie
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| Go?
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| I will range through the wilds
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| And the deep glen sae dreamy
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| And return wi' their spoils
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| Tae the bower o' my dearie
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| Will ye go
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| Lassie
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| Go?
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| If my true love she’ll not come
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| Then I’ll surely find another
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| To pull wild mountain thyme
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| All around the bloomin' heather
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| Will ye go
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| Lassie
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| Go? |