The Pentangle
let no man steal your thyme live at the royal festival hall june 29 1968
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Come all you fair and tender girls that flourish in your prime,
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme, Let no man steal your thyme.
For when your thyme it is past and gone
He'll care no more for you,
And in the place your time was waste
With spread all over with rue, With spread all over with rue
A woman is a branchy tree And man's a clinging vine
And from her branches carelessly
He'll take what he can find.
He'll take what he can find
He'll take what he can find
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- Troubadours of Folk: The 60s Acoustic Explosion
- Early Classics
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- The Best of British Folk Rock
- Sweet Child
- The Collection
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- So Early in the Spring
- Open the Door
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- The Best of English Folk
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