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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, you.
And every place where your thyme was waste
Will all spread all o'er with rue,
Will all spread all o'er with rue.

The gardener's son was standing by
Three flowers he gave to me
The pink, the blue and the violet too
And the red, red rosy tree
And the red, red rosy tree

But I refused the red rose bush
And gained the willow tree
That all the world may plainly see
How my love slighted me,
How my love slighted me.

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