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BUNCH OF THYME, A (Irish - Traditional 17th Century) Foster & Allen - 1981 Paddy Reilly - 1983 Come all you maidens young and fair All 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 Thyme brings all things to my mind Once she had a bunch of thyme And thought it never would decay Then came a lusty sailor who chanced to pass that way He stole her bunch of thyme away The sailor gave to her a rose A rose that never would decay He gave it to her for to keep her reminded Of when he stole her thyme away So, come all you maidens young and fair All 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 And thyme brings all things to an end (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - February 2017)

    


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