Francis McPeake
| Oh the summertime is coming |
| And the trees are sweetly blooming |
| And the wild mountain thyme |
| Grows around the blooming heather |
| Will ye go, Lassie go? |
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| I will build my love a bower |
| Near yon' pure crystal fountain |
| And on it will I pile |
| All the flowers of the mountain |
| Will ye go, Lassie go? |
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| And if I should lose my love |
| I would surely find another |
| Where wild mountain thyme |
| Grows around the blooming heather |
| Will ye go, Lassie go? |
|
| Oh the summertime is coming |
| And the trees are sweetly blooming |
| And the wild mountain thyme |
| Grows around the blooming heather |
| Will ye go, Lassie go? |
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