Come all you maidens young and fair All you that are blooming in your prime Always beware, and keep your garden fair Let no man steal away your thyme For thyme it is a precious thing And thyme brings all things to my mind, Thyme brings all things to my mind. Once I had a bunch of thyme I thought it never would decay Then came a lusty sailor who chanced to pass my way And stole my bunch of thyme away The sailor gave to me a rose A rose that never would decay He gave it to me to keep me reminded Of when he stole my thyme away.