Let No Man Steal Your Thyme Songtext
von Lady Maisery

Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime, prime
Beware, beware of your gardens fair
Let no man steal your thyme, thyme
Let no man steal your thyme


For when your thyme, it is passed and gone
He′ll care no more for you, you
And every place where your thyme was lace [?]
Will spread all o'er with rue, rue
Will spread all o′er with rue

For woman is a branchy tree, and man a clinging vine, vine
And from her branches carelessly
He takes what he can find, find
He takes what he can find

Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime, prime
Beware, beware of your gardens fair
Let no man steal your thyme, thyme
Let no man steal your thyme