This is one of those songs you feel like everybody ought to know. That’s the main reason I’m posting it. I hope others will like it enough to sing it themselves whether live or in the studio. There are several recorded versions of this song, all with slightly different lyrics. This is my own interpretation. I view as somewhat of a hymn with God calling to mankind, "Come and dine."
I only have an old Echo MIA stereo sound card and I didn’t want to use headphones because I can’t sing on key very well with them on for some reason. I also wanted to play and sing at the same time and not have to worry about the balance between guitar and vocal, so what I did was to run the cheesy Fishman Sonitone pickup from my acoustic guitar into a Boss AD-5 unit and then panned it to one side of the mixer channel while running the vocal mic to the other side of another channel. A little of the guitar leaked into the vocal mic of course, but not that much. I then took the stereo track into Adobe Audition where I separated each side into its own track. Then I ran the guitar track out to Bandlab where I added a free VST effect called Bodilizer that helps recorded acoustic guitar pickup tracks sound a bit more like a mic, and then brought it back into Audition. My old version of Audition doesn’t handle VST plugins, and I go back and forth between it on Bandlab, but I do most things in Audition because I’m used to it. (I used Cakewalk Guitar Tracks years ago and wish they’d bring it back!) This worked pretty well for me. No more headphones while singing and playing!
Wild Mountain ThymeWords and music by Francis McPeake (adapted from earlier poems)
Well summertime is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows on the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
Chorus:
And we’ll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will twine my love a bower
Near yon crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go, lassie, go?
Chorus
If my true love, she won’t come
I will surely find another
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
Chorus