Misc Traditional

Let No Man Steal Your Thyme(Chords)

Misc Traditional

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     Dm                   C 
Come all you girls, where'er you be, 
     F       C       Dm 
Who flourish in your prime 
              C           Dm         C 
Beware, take care if your garden is fair 
    Dm      C          Dm   C 
Let no man steal your thyme 
    Dm     Am          Dm 
Let no man steal your thyme 


     Dm                   C 
For when your thyme is pulled and gone 
       F       C       Dm 
He'll care no more for you 
           C                Dm            C 
And every place where your thyme went to waste 
     Dm          C        Dm   C 
Will all spread over with rue 
     Dm          Am       Dm 
Will all spread over with rue 


   Dm              C 
I gave my love my summer?s yield 
     F      C        Dm 
and all my autumn?s store. 
             C      Dm       C 
From of my skill he took his fill 
     Dm        C        Dm   C 
and asked for more and more, 
     Dm        Am       Dm 
and asked for more and more. 


   Dm            C 
He fed to me of honeyed wine 
     F      C       Dm 
and all we sowed in May, 
               C             Dm    C 
but come new spring he went wandering. 
     Dm     C        Dm   C 
From me he then did stray, 
     Dm     Am       Dm 
from me he then did stray. 


    Dm                  C 
The gardener's son was standing by, 
       F          C      Dm 
Sweet flowers he gave to me: 
            C           Dm    C 
The violet blue and the iris too, 
        Dm        C         Dm   C 
and the red, red rose made three, 
        Dm        Am        Dm 
and the red, red rose made three. 


    Dm              C 
But I refused that red rose bush 
       F           C      Dm 
and I planted the willow tree, 
            C         Dm      C 
so all the world may plainly see 
    Dm       C       Dm  C 
how my love slighted me, 
    Dm       Am      Dm 
how my love slighted me. 


  Dm          C 
A woman is a branching tree 
       F       C        Dm 
and a man?s a clinging vine, 
              C         Dm     C 
and from her bounty so carelessly 
       Dm       C       Dm   C 
he?ll take what he can find, 
       Dm       Am      Dm 
he?ll take what he can find.
	        

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