Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Bunch of Thyme
Come all you maidens young and fair
All you who are blooming in your prime
always beware and keep your garden fair
And let no man steal away your thyme
Chorus
Thyme it is a precious thing
Thyme brings all things to your mind
Thyme with all its labors, along with all its joys
And its thyme brings all things to an end
Once I had a bunch of thyme
I thought it never would decay
and then a lusty sailor had chanced to pass my way
He stole my bunch of thyme away
The sailor gave to me a rose
I thought it never would decay
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
Of when he stole my thyme away
So come all you maidens young and fair
All you that flourish in your prime
always be minded to keep your garden fair
And let no man steal your bunch of thyme
