Anne Briggs - Let No Man Steal Your Thyme | Текст песни

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Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime, prime,
Beware, beware, if you're good and fair
Let no man steal your thyme, thyme,
Let no man steal your thyme.

For when your thyme it is past and gone
He'll care no more for you, you.
And every place where your thyme was waste
Shall spread all o'er with rue, rue,
Shall spread all 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.

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