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

For when your thyme it is past and gone
He'll care no more for you,
And every place where your time was waste
Will all spread o'er with rue
Will all spread o'er with rue

The gardener's son was standing by
Three flowers he gave to me
The pink, the blue and the lilac true
And the red, red rosy tree
And the red, red rosy tree

But I refused the red rose bush
And gained the willow tree
That all the world will plainly see
How my love slighted me
How my love slighted me