BUNCH OF THYME
So come all you maidens young and fair
All you that are blooming in your prime
And always beware and keep your garden fair
And let no man steal your bonny bunch of thyme
Thyme it is a precious thing
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 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
This sailor, he gave to me a rose
I thought it never would decay
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
Of when he stole my thyme away.
