IN MY GARDEN GREW PLENTY OF THYME



In my garden grew plenty of thyme

It would flourish by night and by day

Then along came a lad and he took all I had

He has stolen my thyme away (2x)



And I was a damsel fair

But fairer I wished to appear

So I washed me in milk and I clothed me in silk

And I put the sweet thyme in my hair (2x)



In June the red rose is in bloom

But that was no flower for me

I plucked at the bud and it pricked me to blood

And I gazed on a willow tree (2x)



And the willow tree it may twist

And the willow tree it may twine

I would I were clasped in my lover's arms fast

For tis he who has stolen my Thyme (2x)



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sung by the Beers Family on Dumbarton's Drums

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