A Bunch of Thyme

Come all you maidens young and fair All you that are blooming in your prime Always beware and keep your garden fair Let no man steal away your thyme For thyme it is a precious thing And thyme brings all things to my mind Thyme with all its flavours along with all its charms Thyme brings all things to my mind Once I had a bunch of thyme I thought it never would decay Then a lusty sailor who happened to pass along He stole my bunch of thyme away The sailor gave to me a rose A rose that never would decay He gave it to me to keep me reminded Of when he stole my thyme away Come all you maidens young and fair All you that are blooming in your prime Always beware and keep your garden fair Let no man steal Let no man steal Let no man steal Away your thyme