[bad word] all you maidens young and fair
All you that are blooming in your prime
Always beware, and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme

For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind,
Thyme with all its flavours, along with all its joys
Thyme brings all things to mind.

Once I had a bunch of thyme
I thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor who chanced to pass my way
And stole my bunch of thyme away

The sailor gave to me a rose
rose that never would decay
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
Of when he stole my thyme away.