Foster and Allen - A bunch of thyme

Com^De all y^Ae maidens young an^Dd fair And y^Dou that are b^Alooming in your^A7 prime ^DAlways bew^D7are and k^Geep your ^Emgarden fai^A7r Let ^Dno man s^A7teal away your ^Dthyme For ^Dthyme it ^Ais a precious t^Dhing And ^Dthyme brings ^Aall things to my ^A7mind ^DThyme with all its f^D7lavours*, al^Gong with ^Emall its joy^A7s ^DThyme, brings a^A7ll things to my m^Dind ^DOnce I h^Aad a bunch of th^Dyme I ^Dthought it ne^Aver would ^A7decay Then ^Dcame a lusty s^D7ailor, who c^Ghanced to ^Empass my wa^A7y And s^Dtole my b^A7unch of thyme aw^Day The s^Dailor g^Aave to me a r^Dose A ^Drose that n^Aever would d^A7ecay He ^Dgave it to ^D7me to k^Geep me ^Emremin^A7ded Of w^Dhen he s^A7tole my thyme aw^Day