Anne Briggs - Let No Man Steal Your Thyme Lyrics

Lyrics Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - Anne Briggs

Come, all you fair and tender girls

That flourish in your prime

Beware, beware, keep your garden fair

Let no man steal your thyme

For when your thyme it is past and gone

He'll care no more for you

And every place where your time was waste

Will all spread all over with rue

The gardeners son was standing by

Three flowers he gave to me

The pink the blue and the violet true

And the red red rosey tree

But i refused the red rose bush

And gained the willow tree

That all the world may plainly see

How my love slighted me

Writer(s): Traditional

Album A Collection

date of release

01-01-1999

1 The Recruited Collier
2 The Doffing Mistress
3 She Moves Through the Fair
4 Let No Man Steal Your Thyme
5 Lowlands
6 My Bonny Boy
7 Polly Vaughan
8 Rosemary Lane
9 Gathering Rushes In the Month of May
10 The Whirly Whorl
11 The Stonecutter Boy
12 Martinmas Time
13 Blackwater Side
14 The Snow It Melts the Soonest
15 Go Your Way
16 Thorneymoor Woods
17 The Cuckoo
18 Reynardine
19 Young Tambling
20 Living by the Water
21 Maa Bonny Lad

More albums