| Lyrics: | LET NO MAN STEAL YOUR THYME, THYME
Come all you fair and tender girls
that
flourish in your prime, prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal
your thyme, thyme (2x)
For when your thyme it is past and gone
He'll care no more
for you, you
And every place where your garden was waste
With spread all over with rue,
rue (2x)
A woman is a branchy tree
And a man a single wand, wand
And from her
branches carelessly
He takes what he can find, find (2x)
sung by Jean Redpath on
Skipping Barefoot and by Robin Roberts
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