Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime,
Oh beware, beware, keep your garden fair
And let no man steal your thyme,
Let no man steal your thyme

For when your thyme is past and gone,
He'll care no more for you,
And every place where your thyme was waste
Will all spread o're with rue,
Will all spread o're with rue.