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Come all you maidens, young and fair.
For you that are blooming in your prime.
Always beware and keep your garden care.
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 labours along with all its joys.
Thyme brings all things to my mind.
For once I had a bunch of thyme.
I thought it never would decay.
Then came a lusty sailor who chanced to pass my way.
He 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.
Come all you maidens, young and fair.
For you that are blooming in your prime.
Always beware and keep your garden care.
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 labours along with all its joys.
Time
brings
all
things
to
an
end.
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