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? |
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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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