G      D                 G
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
    G       D7             G
Let no man steal away your thyme
    G        D              G
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
     G        D7              G
And stole my bunch of thyme away
     G      D            G
The sailor gave to me a rose
  G          Bm           D7
A rose that never would decay
   G          G7     C         D7
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
    G       D7              G
Of when he stole my thyme away