| Oh, the summertime is coming
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| And the trees are sweetly blooming
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| And the wild mountain thyme
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| Grows around the blooming heather
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| Will ye go, lassie, 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 around the blooming heather
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| Will ye go, lassie, go?
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| I will build my love a bower
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| By yon pure crystal fountain
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| And I, I will pile
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| All the flowers of the mountain
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| If my true love, she would die
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| I would surely find another
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| Where the wild mountain thyme
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| Grows around the blooming heather
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| Let us go to the banks of the ocean
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| Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee
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| Long ago, I used to be a young man
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| And dear Margaret remembers that for me
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| Let us go to the banks of the ocean
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| Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee
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| Long ago, I used to be a young man
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| And dear Margaret remembers that for me
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| And we’ll all go together
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| To pluck wild mountain thyme
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| All around the blooming heather
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| Will ye go, lassie, 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 around the blooming heather
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| Will ye go, lassie, go? |