Christy Moore – Bunch Of Thyme lyrics

Come all ye maidens young and fair,
All ye who are blooming in your prime,
Always beware and keep your garden fair,
Let no man steal away your thyme.

Once I had a bunch of thyme,
I thought it never would decay.
But along 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.

Come all ye maidens young and fair
All you who are blooming in your prime,
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme.