The Braes O Balquiddher Wild Mountain Thyme

Oh, the summer time is coming,

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 pull wild mountain thyme

All around the blooming heather,

Will you go lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower

By yon clear and crystal fountain,

And on it I will pile

All the flowers of the mountain.

If my true love, she won't have me,

I will surely find another

To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the blooming heather.

Oh, the summer time is coming

And the trees are sweetly blooming

And the wild mountain thyme

Grows around the blooming heather.

from Sondra Stigen, 1984