Thyme and Rue

O once I had plenty of thyme,
I could flourish by night and by day.
Till a saucy lad he
Returned from sea,
And stole my thyme away.

O and I was a damsel so fair,
But fairer I wished to appear;
So I wash'd me in milk,
And I dressed me in silk,
And put the.sweet thyme in my hair.

With June is the red rose in bud,
But that's not the flower for me;
So I plucked the bud,
And it pricked me to blood,
And I gazed on the willow tree.

Othe willow tree it will twist,
And the willow tree, it will turn;
I would I were clasped
In my lover's arms fast,
For 'tis he that has stolen my thyme.

O it's very good drinking of ale,
But it's far better drinking of wine;
I would I were clasped
In my lover's arms fast,
For 'tis he that has stolen my thyme.