Oh, the summertime [bad word] 
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie, go? 
 [bad word] 

And we'll all go together 
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower 
Near yon pure crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go lassie, go? 
 [bad word] 

If my [bad word] love she were gone 
I would surely find another
Where wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie, go? 
 [bad word] 
Oh, the summertime [bad word] 
And the trees are sweetly blooming 
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie, go? 
 [bad word]