Europe - Ireland

words and music by Francis McPeake

Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower
By yon clear and crystal fountain,
And all around the bower,
I'll pile flowers from the mountain.

If my true love, she won't have me,
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.

Oh, the summertime is coming
And thre trees are blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

Background: Wild Mountain Thyme was written by William Mc peak and finished by his son Francis, The song is not a scottish song it's an Irish song. William Mc Peak was from Belfast and as the ulster scotch dialect is so close to scottish its a common mistake to think the song is scottish. It most certainly is not.