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 time is past and gone He'll care no more for you And in the place your thyme 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