Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware
Keep your garden fair
[Verse 2]
Let no man steal your thyme
Let no man steal your thyme
[Verse 3]
For when your thyme is past and gone
He'll care no more for you
And in the place, your time was waste
[Verse 4]
Will spread all o'er with rue
Will spread all o'er with rue
[Verse 5]
A woman is a branchy tree
And man's a clinging vine
And from her branches, carelessly
He'll take what he can find
He'll take what he can find
He'll take what he can find
Written by: Bert Jansch, Danny Thompson, Jacqui McShee, John Renbourn, Terry Cox
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