THE MAIDENS LAMENT

a variant of LET NO MAN STEAL YOUR THYME



Come all you maids wheree'er you be

Who flourish in your prime

Be wise, beware, keep your garden clear

Let no man steal your thyme

Let no man steal your thyme



For when your thyme is pulled and gone

They care no more for you

There is not a place your thyme goes waste

But it spreads all o'er with rue

It spreads all o'er with rue



When I was a maid both fair and coy

I flourished in my prime

Till a proper, tall young man came and

He stole this heart of mine

He stole this heart of mine



My parents they were angry

At my being led astray

But there's many a dark and cloudy morn

Brings forth a pleasant day

Brings forth a pleasant day



The gardener's son being standing by

Three gifts he gave to me

The bitter rue, the violet blue,

And the red rose it was three

And the red rose it was three



Now I'll cut off the red rose top

And I'll plant on the willow tree

That this whole world will plainly see

How my love slighted me

How my love slighted me



The begotten virgins they must live

Although they live in pain

And the grass that is mown on yonder hill

Through time will bloom again

Through time will bloom again



There are fine boats sailing here my dear

And more on the river thine

But for me to be held in the arms of my love

And for him to be held in mine

And for him to be held in mine



parts of Let No Man steal Your Thyme and Seed of Love

see also THYMETHY and SEEDLOVE

@spice @plant @love

recorded by Sara Cleveland

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