Come all you fair and tender girls
Who flourish in your prime, prime
Bewise, beware, if you're unfair
Let no man steal your thyme, thyme
Let no man steal your thyme

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

For a woman is a branchy tree
And man's a swinging vine, vine
And from her branches carelessly

He'll take what he can find, find
He'll take what he can find