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

[Verse 1]
For woman is a branchy tree
And man, a clinging vine
And from her branches carelessly
He'll take what he can find
He'll take what he can find

[Verse 2]
When your thyme it is passed and spared
He'll care no more for you
And every place where your chance was waste
Shall spread all over with rue
Shall spread all over with rue

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