Foster & Allen - A Bunch Of Thyme

Come 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
Our 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 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
So come 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
And Thyme brings all things to an end

Written by:
Traditional, Liam Joseph Hurley, Mick Foster, Tony Allen

Publisher:
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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