Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

Come all you fair and tender girls

That 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 is past and gone

He'll care no more for you

And in the place, your time was waste

Will spread all o'er with rue

Will spread all o'er with rue

A woman is a branchy tree

And man's a clinging vine

And from her branches, carelessly

He'll take what he can find

He'll take what he can find

He'll take what he can find