Come all you maidens young and fair
All you that are blooming in your prime
Always beware, and 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 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


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.