Let No Man Steal Your Thyme歌词

Come all you fair and tender girls

That flourish in your prime

Beware, beware, keep your garden fair

Let no man steal your thyme

Let no man steal your thyme

For when your thyme it is past and gone
He ll care no more for you

And every place while your time was waste

Will all spread over with rue
Will all spread over with rue

The gardener s son, was standing by,
Three flowers he gave to me

The pink, the blue and the violet too

And the red, red rosy tree

And the red, red rosy tree

But I refuse the red rose bush

And gained the willow tree,

That all the world may plainly see

How my love slighted me

How my love slighted me.