"Oh the springtime it is comen,
And the girls are in a dither:
'Tis the wild mounting time,
And I am wondering whether...
"Do you go, lassie, go,
And will we go together
At the wild mounting time
Or will I get bloomin' Heather?
Do you go, lassie, go?
"Oh my love is like a swan,
With the whiteness of its feather,
But her friend is like a goose,
And they call her Bloomin' Heather...
CHORUS
"I will build my love a mower,
And cut down that bloomin' Heather,
So at the wild mounting time,
My love will be mine forever...
CHORUS
"But if my love she will not go,
Then I surely will not bother,
For at the wild mounting time,
I could even fancy Heather..."
CHORUS Credits:
"The Wild Mounting Time," from
"The Ever Decreasing Circle," by
Henry Kipper and his boy Sid
Cheers, Nick
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