Sprig of Thyme

Once I had a sprig of thyme

It grew both night and day

'Till a false young man came a-courting to me

And he stole all my time away

Time it is a precious thing

And time it will go on

And time will bring all things to an end

And so does my thyme grow on

Once I had a sprig of thyme

It grew both night and day

'Till a false young man came a-courting to me

And he stole all my time away

Time it is a precious thing

And time it will go on

And time will bring all things to an end

And so my thyme grows on