Bunch of Thyme

A Bunch of Thyme - Celtic Journey

Come all ye maidens young and fair

All you that are bloming in your prime

Always be ware 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 it's

Labours along with all it's joys

Thyme brings all things to my mind

Once she had a bunch of thyme

She thought it never would decay

Then came a lusty sailor

Who chanced to pass her way

He stole her bunch of thyme away

The sailor gave to her a rose

A rose that never would decay

He gave it to her to keep her reminded

Of when he stole her thyme away

Come all ye maidens young and fair

And all you that are bloming in your prime

Always be ware 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 it's labours along with all it's joys

Thyme brings all things to an end