Wild mountain thyme

I was out enjoying some rare sunshine on the Pentland Hills this morning, when I saw this wild thyme. It's a beautiful delicate flower and if you crush the leaves there is a wonderful scent of thyme. Here is the song which always comes to mind when I see this flower.

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

The song is a variant of The Braes of Balquhidder by Robert Tannahill (1774-1810), which was named after the braes, or hills, of Balquhidder near Lochearnhead. The Braes has a similar lyric which includes the lines "Let us go, lassie, go" and "And the wild mountain thyme". (Source: Wikipedia)