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Come all ye maidens young and fair
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And you that are blooming in your prime
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Always beware and keep your garden fair
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Let no man steal away your thyme
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For thyme it is a precious thing
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And thyme brings all things to my mind
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Thyme with all its flavours*, along with all its joys
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Thyme, brings all things to my mind
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Once I had a bunch of thyme
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I thought it never would decay
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Then came a lusty sailor, who chanced to pass my way
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And stole my bunch of thyme away
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The sailor gave to me a rose
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A rose that never would decay
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He gave it to me to keep me reminded
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Of when he stole my thyme away