The Tannahill Weavers - The Braes O'Balquhidder lyrics

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, la**ie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go la**ie, 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