A Bunch of ThymeAll you that are blooming in your prime. Always beware and keep your garden fair. Let no man steal away your thyme. Chorus For thyme it is a precious thing And thyme brings all things to my mind Thyme with all its labours, along with all its joys, 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. Chorus 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. Chorus |