Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

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 where your garden was waste 
With spread all over with rue, With spread all over with rue 
woman is a branchy tree And a man a single wand, wand 
And from her branches carelessly He takes what he can find. He takes what he can find He takes what he can find