Let No Man Steal Your Thyme
Come all you fair and tender ladies
All you who flourish in your prime
Beware take care, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme,
Let no man steal your thyme,
For when your thyme is past and gone
He'll care no more for you
And in the place where your thyme was waste
He'll spread all o'er with rue,
He'll spread all o'er with rue,
A woman is a branchy tree
And man's a clinging vine
And from her branches carelessly
He'll take what he can find
He'll take what he can find
Come all you fair and tender ladies
All you who flourish in your prime
Beware take care, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme,
Let no man steal your thyme,