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
A thyme is still a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme with all its labours
Along with all its joy
Thyme brings all things to my mind
Once she had a bunch of thyme
She thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor
Who chanced to pass that way
He stole her bunch of thyme away
The sailor gave her a rose
A rose that never would decay
He gave it to her
To keep her reminded of when
He stole her 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 away your thyme
For thyme is still such a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme with all its labours, along with all its joy
Thyme brings all things to an end