Oh, the summer time is coming,
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And the trees are blooming,
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And the wild mountain thyme
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Grows around the blooming heather.
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Will you go, lassie, will you 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 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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By yon clear and crystal fountain,
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And all around the bower,
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I'll pile flowers from the mountain.
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I will range through the wild
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and the deep glen sae dreary
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and return wi' my spoils
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tae the bower of my dearie
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If my true love, she won't have me,
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I will surely find another
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To pull wild mountain thyme
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All around the blooming heather.
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Oh, the summertime is coming
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And thre trees are blooming
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And the wild mountain thyme
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Grows around the blooming heather
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Wild Mountain Thyme
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| Mark Knopfler |
