A bunch of thyme

Come all you maidens young and fair
All you that are blooming in your prime
And always beware to 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 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

Come all you maidens.....

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

Come all you maidens...

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