[G]Come all ye [D7]maidens young and [G]fair
And you that are[Bm] blooming in your[D7] prime
Al[G]ways be[G7]ware
and[C] keep your garden [D7]fair
Let [G]no man [D7]steal away your [G]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 and 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
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
