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A Bunch of Thyme
(Traditional)
Come all ye maidens young and fair
All you who are blooming in your prime
Always beware and keep your gardens fair
Let no man steal away your thyme

For thyme, it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme and all its pleasures,
Along  with all its joys
Thyme brings all things to an end

For once I had a bunch of thyme
I thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor
Who chanced to glance my way
And stole my bunch of thyme away.

A sailor gave to me a rose
A rose he said would n’er decay
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
Of when he stole my thyme away

So come all ye maidens young and fair
All you who are blooming in your prime
Always beware and keep your gardens fair
Let no man steal away your thyme
Let no man steal away your thyme