Let no Man steal your Thyme (from Far from the madding Crowd)

Let no Man steal your Thyme Sang by: Carey Mulligan. Come all you fair and tender maids 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 is past and gone, Hell care no more for you, And every place where your thyme was waste Will all spread ore with rue, Will all spread ore with rue. The gardeners son was standing by; Three flowers he gave to me The pink, the blue, and the violet, too, And the red, red rosy tree, The red, red, rosy tree. But I forsook the red rose bush and gained the willow tree, So all the world might plainly see How my love slighted me, How my love slighted me.