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 
He has stolen my thyme away

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 
I put the sweet thyme in my hair

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 
 I gazed on a willow tree

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 
For tis he who has stolen my Thyme

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 
He has stolen my thyme away