Francis McPeake set some of the words of Robert Tannahill's poem 'The Braes of Balguitter' to a tune, and 'Will Ye Go, Lassie, Go?' was born (aka 'The Wild Mountain Thyme').

I sing some of the original poem, and it is significantly different:

1. Where the deer and the rae,
Lightly bounding together,
Sport the lang summer day
Mang the braes o' Balguitter

Chorus: Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?

2. I will twine my love a bower
By yon cool, clear, crystal fountain,
And I'll pile on the tower
All the flowers o' the mountain

3. Now the summer's in its prime
And the trees sae sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
O'er the moorlands is perfuming

4. If your true-love, she won't come,
Then you'll surely find another
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather

5. While the rude and wintry wind
Idly raves round our dwelling,
And the roar o' the lin
O'er the night breeze is telling

6. I will roam the mountains wild,
Mang the glens sae deep and dreary,
And return with ma spoils
Tae the bower o' ma deary.

7. To our dear native scenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad innocence reigns
Mang the braes o' Balguitter

Surprise, surprise, this is yet another song to be found on my one and only album...

It's too big, even as an MP3, to put on my website (4.5Mb), but I could have a go at resampling it as an 8 bit mono 22KHz, and see if that's smaller. Anyone interested?