Foster & Allen - A bunch of thyme lyrics

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 with all its flavours, along with all its joys Thyme, brings all things to my mind Once she and a bunch of thyme She thought it never would decay Then came a lusty sailor Who chanced to pa** that way He stole her bunch of thyme away The sailor gave to her a rose A rose that never would decay He gave it to her to keep her reminded Of when he stole her thyme away So 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 with all its flavours, along with all its joys Thyme, brings all things to an end