Sprig of Thyme

Once I had a sprig of thyme
I watched it by night and by day
Till a false young man came a-courting to me
And he stole all my thyme away

For thyme it is a precious thing
And time it will grow on
And time it will bring all things to an end
And so does my thyme go on

The gardener was standing by
I asked him to choose for me
And he chose me the violet and the lily and the pink
Oh, but surely I refused them all three

For thyme it is a precious thing
And time it will grow on
And time it will bring all things to an end
And so does my thyme go on

It's very well a-drinking ale
And it's nice just to have a drop of wine
Oh, but I like sitting by that young man's side
That's stolen this heart of mine

For thyme it is a precious thing
And time it will grow on
And time it will bring all things to an end
And so does my thyme go on
Time it will bring all things to an end
And so does my thyme go on