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

Time with all its flavours, along with all its joys

Time brings all things to my mind

Once I had a bunch of thyme

I thought it never would decay

Then came a lusty sailor, who chanced to pass my way

And 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

So 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