Come all you fair and tender girls That flourish in your prime, prime Beware, beware of your gardens fair Let no man steal your thyme, thyme Let no man steal your thyme For when your thyme, it is passed and gone He'll care no more for you, you And every place where your thyme was lace [?] Will spread all o'er with rue, rue Will spread all o'er with rue For woman is a branchy tree, and man a clinging vine, vine And from her branches carelessly He takes what he can find, find He takes what he can find Come all you fair and tender girls That flourish in your prime, prime Beware, beware of your gardens fair Let no man steal your thyme, thyme Let no man steal your thyme