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Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

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             Dm                                                 C  
Come all you girls, where'er you be,
             F                 C                 Dm  
Who flourish in your prime
                                     C                            Dm                      C  
Beware, take care if your garden is fair
          Dm              C                         Dm      C  
Let no man steal your thyme
          Dm            Am                         Dm  
Let no man steal your thyme
             Dm                                                 C  
For when your thyme is pulled and gone
                  F                 C                 Dm  
He'll care no more for you
                             C                                         Dm                              C  
And every place where your thyme went to waste
             Dm                         C                    Dm      C  
Will all spread over with rue
             Dm                         Am                 Dm  
Will all spread over with rue
        Dm                                    C  
I gave my love my summer?s yield
             F              C                    Dm  
and all my autumn?s store.
                                  C              Dm                 C  
From of my skill he took his fill
             Dm                    C                    Dm      C  
and asked for more and more,
             Dm                    Am                 Dm  
and asked for more and more.
        Dm                              C  
He fed to me of honeyed wine
             F              C                 Dm  
and all we sowed in May,
                                        C                                 Dm         C  
but come new spring he went wandering.
             Dm            C                    Dm      C  
From me he then did stray,
             Dm            Am                 Dm  
from me he then did stray.
          Dm                                              C  
The gardener's son was standing by,
                                C                            Dm         C  
The violet blue and the iris too,
                     Dm                    C                      Dm      C  
and the red, red rose made three,
                     Dm                    Am                    Dm  
and the red, red rose made three.
          Dm                                    C  
But I refused that red rose bush
                  F                            C              Dm  
and I planted the willow tree,
                                C                      Dm              C  
so all the world may plainly see
          Dm                 C                 Dm    C  
how my love slighted me,
          Dm                 Am              Dm  
how my love slighted me.
     Dm                         C  
A woman is a branching tree
                  F                 C                    Dm  
and a man?s a clinging vine,
                                     C                      Dm            C  
and from her bounty so carelessly
                  Dm                 C                 Dm      C  
he?ll take what he can find,
                  Dm                 Am              Dm  
he?ll take what he can find.