Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Come all ye 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
Chorus:
For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Oh thyme with all its labors, along with all its joys
Thyme brings all things to my mind
Once I had a bunch of thyme
I thought it never would decay
But on came a lusty sailor, who chanced to pass that way
He stole my bunch of thyme away
The sailor gave to me a rose
A rose that never would decay
He gave it to me to keep me well minded
Of when he stole my thyme away
Come all ye 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
Chorus:
For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Oh thyme with all its labors, along with all its joys
Thyme brings all things to my mind