This version is the way I first heard the song, on the "Sons of Somerled" CD by Steve McDonald. Oh the sum-mer-time is com-in' 6 5 4d 5 6 6d 6 6 And the trees are sweet-ly bloom-in' 7d 8d 8 8 8 8d 7d 8d And the wild mount-ain thyme 7d 8d 8 8d 7d 6d6 Grows a-mong the bloom-in heath-er 6d 7d 7 7d 6d 6 5 6 Will ye go, las-sie go? 6 5 4d5 6 6 6 Chorus And we'll all go to-geth-er 7d 8d 8 8 8d 7d 8d To pluck wild moun-ain thyme 7d 8d 8 8d 7d 6d6 Grows a-mong the bloom-in' heath-er 6d 7d 7 7d 6d 6 5 6 Will ye go, las-sie go? 6 5 4d5 6 6 6 2. I will build my love a bower Near yon clear crystal fountain And on it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain. Will ye go, lassie go? 3. If my true love, she should leave me I will surely find another Where the wild mountain thyme Grows among the bloomin' heather. Will ye go, lassie go.