Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

　　Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - Michael Sheen

　　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 while your time was waste

　　Will all spread over with rue

　　Will all spread over with rue

　　The gardener's son, was standing by,

　　Three flowers he gave to me

　　The pink, the blue and the violet too

　　And the red, red rosy tree

　　And the red, red rosy tree

　　But I refuse the red rose bush

　　And gained the willow tree,

　　That all the world may plainly see

　　How my love slighted me

　　How my love slighted me.