| The summer time has come
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| And the trees are sweetly blooming
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| And the wild mountain thyme
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| Grows among the purple heather
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| And will you go, laddie go?
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| If you will not go with me
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| I will surely find another
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| To pick wild mountain thyme
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| All across the purple heather
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| And will you go, laddie, go?
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| And we’ll all go together
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| To pluck wild mountain thyme
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| All among the purple heather
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| Will you go, laddie go?
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| For I will build my love a bower
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| By yon crystal flowing fountain
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| And upon it I will pile
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| All of the flowers of the mountain
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| And I will build my love a shelter
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| By yon clear mountain stream
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| Oh my love shall be the fairest
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| That the summer sun has seen
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| Aw will you go o' laddie go?
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| And we’ll all go together
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| To pluck wild mountain thyme
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| All among the blooming heather
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| Will you go, laddie go?
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| And we’ll all go together
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| To pick wild mountain thyme
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| All among the blooming heather
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| Will you go… laddie, go?
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| Go…
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| Come and walk with me for awhile
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| …along the way
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| Will you go? |