Misc Traditional - Let no man steal your thyme
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Tuning: G C E A
Come Dmall you girls, where'Cer you be,
Who fFlourish Cin your Dmprime
Beware, take cCare if your Dmgarden is fCair
Let Dmno man sCteal your tDmhyme C
Let Dmno man Amsteal your tDmhyme
For wDmhen your thyme is pulCled and gone
He'll cFare no mCore for Dmyou
And every pClace where your tDmhyme went to wCaste
Will Dmall spread oCver with Dmrue C
Will Dmall spread oAmver with Dmrue
I gDmave my love my sCummer’s yield
and aFll my aCutumn’s sDmtore.
From of my skCill he Dmtook his Cfill
and aDmsked for mCore and mDmore, C
and aDmsked for mAmore and mDmore.
He Dmfed to me of hConeyed wine
and aFll we sCowed in DmMay,
but come new spCring he went wDmanderiCng.
From Dmme he tChen did sDmtray,C
from Dmme he tAmhen did sDmtray.
The Dmgardener's son was sCtanding by,
Sweet fFlowers he gCave to Dmme:
The violet bClue and the Dmiris tCoo,
and the Dmred, red rCose made tDmhree,C
and the Dmred, red rAmose made tDmhree.
But DmI refused that rCed rose bush
and I pFlanted the wCillow tDmree,
so all the wCorld may pDmlainly sCee
how Dmmy love sClighted Dmme, C
how Dmmy love sAmlighted Dmme.
A Dmwoman is a bCranching tree
and a mFan’s a cClinging vDmine,
and from her bCounty so cDmarelessCly
he’ll tDmake what Che can fDmind, C
he’ll tDmake what Amhe can fDmind.