Wild Mountain Thyme : To the McPeake family of Belfast
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Oh the summer time is coming
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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 lassie go and we'll all go together
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To pluck wild mountain thyme?
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All around the bloomin' heather
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Will ye go lassie go
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I will build my love a bower by yon pure crystal fountain
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And on it I will pile all the flowers of the mountain
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I will range throug the wild and the deep glen sae dreary
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And return wi' my spoils to the bower of my deary
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If my true love she were gone I'd surely find another
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Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather
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Oh the summer time is comin' and the trees are sweetly bloomin'
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And the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather
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Wild Mountain Thyme
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| John McDermott |
