Come all ye maidens
young and fair
Are 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
Thyme with all
its flavours along
with all its 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 chanced to
pass her way
He stole her bunch
of thyme away
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
So come all
ye maidens
young and fair
Are 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
Thyme with all
its flavours along
with all its joys
Thyme brings all
things to my mind