Come all ye maidens young and fine,
All ye who are blooming in your prime
Always beware to keep your gardens fair
Let no one steal away your thyme,

For thyme it is a precious thing
Time brings all things to my mind
Time with all its labours along with all its joys
For time brings all things to and end.

Once I had bunch of thyme,
I thought it never would decay.
But there came along a sailor who chanced to pass my way
And he 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 the night he stole my thyme away.

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