Standard (EADGBE)

x|2|4|4|3|2 Bm

x|3|2|0|1|0 C

 Come all ye maidens young and fair

 And you that are blooming in your prime

Always beware and keep your garden fair

 Let no man steal away your thyme

 For thyme it is a precious thing

 And thyme brings all things to my mind

Thyme with all its flavours*, along with all its joys

Thyme, brings all things to my mind

Once I had a bunch of thyme

 I thought it never would decay

 Then came a lusty sailor, who chanced to pass my way

 And stole my bunch of thyme away

 The sailor gave to me a rose

 A rose that never would decay

 He gave it to me to keep me reminded

 Of when he stole my thyme away

*sometimes i have heard versions where they say "labours" instead of "flavours", so use

either on preference :)