{t:Wild Mountain Thyme} {artist:Francis McPeake} Oh, the [D]summer [G]time is [D]coming, And the [G]trees are sweetly [D]blooming, And the [G]wild [D]mountain [Bm]thyme Grows [G]around the [Em]blooming [G]heather. Will you [D]go, l[G]assie, [D]go? And we’ll [G]all go tog[D]ether To pull [G]wild [D]mountain [Bm]thyme All ar[G]ound the [Em]blooming [G]heather, Will you [D]go l[G]assie, [D]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. Will you [D]go, l[G]assie, [D]go? And we’ll [G]all go tog[D]ether To pull [G]wild [D]mountain [Bm]thyme All ar[G]ound the [Em]blooming [G]heather, Will you [D]go l[G]assie, [D]go? If my true love, she won’t have me, I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather. Will you [D]go, l[G]assie, [D]go? And we’ll [G]all go tog[D]ether To pull [G]wild [D]mountain [Bm]thyme All ar[G]ound the [Em]blooming [G]heather, Will you [D]go l[G]assie, [D]go? Oh, the summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather. Will you [D]go, l[G]assie, [D]go? And we’ll [G]all go tog[D]ether To pull [G]wild [D]mountain [Bm]thyme All ar[G]ound the [Em]blooming [G]heather, Will you [D]go l[G]assie, [D]go?