Текст песни Let no man Steal Your Thyme - Deborah Stokol

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

For when your thyme is past and gone
He'll care no more for you, you
And in the place your time was waste
Will spread all over with rue, rue
Will spread all over with rue

A woman is a branching tree
And a man's a clinging vine, vine
And from her branches carelessly
Will take what he can find, find
Will take what he can find, find
Will take what he can find