A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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WILD MOUNTAIN THYME
O the summertime is coming,
And the leaves are sweetly turning,
And the wild mountain thyme
Blooms across the purple heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we’ll all go together
To the wild mountain thyme
All across the purple heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
If ye will not go with me,
I will surely find another
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All across the purple heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we’ll all go together
To the wild mountain thyme
All across the purple heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a tower
By yon pure crystal fountain,
And around it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we’ll all go together
To the wild mountain thyme
All across the purple heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
Traditional Scottish
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