Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

Lyrics

Come all you fair and tender girls That flourish in your prime, prime Beware, beware, keep your garden fair And let no man steal your thyme, thyme Let no man steal your thyme For when your thyme is past and gone He'll care no more for you, you For every place that your thyme was waste Will all spread o'er with rue, rue Will all spread o'er with rue The gardener's son, he was standing by Three flowers he gave to me, me The pink, the blue and the violet too And the red, red rosy tree, tree And the red, red rosy tree But I forsook the red rose bush And gained the willow tree, tree That all the world may plainly see How my love slighted me, me How my love slighted me For woman is a lofty tree And man's a clinging vine, vine And from her branches carelessly He'll take what he can find, find He'll take what he can find So come all you fair and tender girls That flourish in your prime, prime Beware, beware, keep your garden fair And let no man steal your thyme, thyme Let no man steal your thyme