O the summer time [bad word] And the trees are sweetly blooming
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the booming heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together,
To pick wild mountain thyme,
All around the booming heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower,
By yon clear crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile,
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, lassie, go?

I will wander through the wilds
Through this deep land so dreary
And return with the spoils
To the bower of my dearie.
Will ye go lassie go ?

If my [bad word] love she [bad word] 
Then I'll surely find another,
To pick wild mountain thyme,
All around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?