Val Doonican A Bunch Of Thyme
Come all ye maidens young and fair
And 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 labours, along with all its joys
Yes Thyme, brings all things to my mind.
Once She had a bunch of thyme
And she thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor
Who chanced to pass her way
And stole her bunch of thyme away
Then the sailor gave to her a rose
And said it 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 you that are blooming in your prime.
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme.
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme.
