Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

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

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

For woman is a branchy tree
And man a clinging vine, vine
And from her branches carelessly
He takes what he can find, find
He takes what he can find

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