| Oh, 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 blooming heather
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| Will you go, lassie, 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 among the blooming heather
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| Will you go, lassie, go?
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| I will build my love a bower
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| Near yon pure crystal fountain
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| And on it I will pile
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| All the flowers of the mountain
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| Will you go, lassie, 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 among the blooming heather
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| Will you go, lassie, go?
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| If my true love he were gone
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| I would surely find another
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| To pull wild mountain thyme
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| All among the blooming heather
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| Will you go, lassie, 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 among the blooming heather
|
| Will you go, lassie, go?
|
| And we’ll all go together
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| To pull wild mountain thyme
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| All among the blooming heather
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| Will you go, lassie, go? |