In my garden grew plenty of thyme
It would flourish by night and by day
Then along came a lad and he took all I had
He has stolen my thyme away (2x)

And I was a damsel fair
But fairer I wished to appear
So I washed me in milk and I clothed me in silk
And I put the sweet thyme in my hair (2x)

In June the red rose is in bloom
But that was no flower for me
I plucked at the bud and it pricked me to blood
And I gazed on a willow tree (2x)

And the willow tree it may twist
And the willow tree it may twine
I would I were clasped in my lover's arms fast
For tis he who has stolen my Thyme (2x)

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sung by the Beers Family on Dumbarton's Drums
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