Christy Moore - Bunch Of Thyme lyrics

Come all ye maidens young and fair And 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 flavours, 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 pa** 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 Come all ye maidens young and fair And you that are blooming in your prime Always beware and keep your garden fair Let no man steal away your thyme