Let No Man Steal Your Thyme Lyrics

Come all you fair and tender girls
Who flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme
Let no man steal your thyme

For when your thyme it is past and gone
He'll care no more for you
And every place where your thyme was waste
Will spread all o'er with rue
Will spread all o'er with rue

The gardener's son standing by
Three flowers he gave to me
The pink, the blue, and a violet, too
And the red red rosy tree
And the red red rosy tree

But I refused that red rose bush
And gained the willow tree
That all the world may plainly see
How my love slighted me
How my love slighted me