Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

Come you young and tender girls
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme

For when your thyme has come and gone
He'll no longer care for you
And in the place where your thyme was waste
It'll spread over with rue

A woman is a branch tree and a man is a cling vine
From her branches
Carelessly
He'll take all he can find

Come you young and tender girls
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware if you're good and you're fair
Let no man steal your thyme



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Mcwilliams
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