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
An thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme, with all it´s labours
Along with all it´s joys
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 changes to pass her way
He stole her bunch of thyme away

For thyme it is a precious thing
An thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme, with all it´s labours
Along with all it´s joys
Thyme, brings all things to my mind

The sailor gave to 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

For thyme it is a precious thing
An thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme, with all it´s labours
Along with all it´s joys
Thyme, brings all things to an end.