(Also known elsewhere as "Wild Mountain Thyme")
Oh, the summertime is gone,
and the leaves are sweetly turning
And the wild mountain thyme
Blooms across the purple heather
Will ya go, lassie, go.
If ye will not go with me
I will never find another
To pick wild mountain thyme
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we
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