Let No Man Steal Your Thyme Lyrics

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 where your time was waste

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

The gardeners son was standing by
Three flowers he gave to me

The pink the blue and the violet true
And the red red rosey tree
And the red red rosey tree

But i refused 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