Let No Man Steal Your Thyme (Live at The Royal Festival Hall, 29 June 1968)

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 time is past and gone,
He'll care no more for you.
And in the place your thyme was waste
Will spread all over with rue.
Will 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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Writer(s): Traditional / Dp, Mary Ann Hampton
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