Very sad song this said to be written by Francis McPeake after his wife died. It is a variant of "The Braes of Balquhither" by Scottish poet Robert Tannahill (1774–1810) and Scottish composer Robert Archibald Smith (1780–1829),
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Oh, the summer time is come,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Chorus:
Will ye go, lassie go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a tower
Near yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I will build,
All the flowers of the mountain.
Chorus
If my true love, she were gone,
I will surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Chorus
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