By Master Hector of the Black Height
(Traditional, revised
for Bernadette of RamsHaven)
Oh the summertime is
come and the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain
thyme grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie,
go? And we’ll all go together
To pluck wild mountain
thyme from around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie,
go?
I will build my love a
bower by yon cool, crystal fountain
And upon it will I
pile all the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, lassie,
go?...
Bernadette is gone
away in a glen so dark and dreary
So I’ll come back with
my spoils to the bower of my dearie.
Will you go, lassie,
go?...
And as we’ve lost our
love we shall not find such another
Though the wild
mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie,
go? And we’ll all go together
To pluck wild mountain
thyme from around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie,
go?
(copyright Arthur McLean 1991-2000)
(copyright Arthur McLean 1991-2000)
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