A Bunch of Thyme (Intro First Line) D A7 D D A7 D Come all you maid-ens young and fair D A7 All you that are bloom-ing in your prime. D D7 G A7 Al-ways be-ware and keep your gard-en fair. D A7 D Let no man steal a-way your thyme. D A7 D For thyme it is a prec-ious thing D A7 And thyme brings all things to my mind D D7 G A7 Thyme with all its lab-ours, a-long with all its joys, D A7 D Thyme brings all things to my mind. D A7 D Once I had a bunch of thyme. D A7 I thought it nev-er would de-cay, D D7 G A7 Then came a lust-y sail-or, who chanced to pass my way D A7 D He stole my bunch of thyme a-way. Chorus D A7 D Come all you maid-ens young and fair D A7 All you that are bloom-ing in your prime. D D7 G A7 Al-ways be-ware and keep your gard-en fair. D A7 D Let no man steal a-way your thyme. E 2 3 4 Instrumental Verse E B7 E B7 E E7 A B7 E B7 E E B7 E The sail-or gave to me a rose, E B7 A rose that nev-er would de-cay. E E7 A B7 He gave it to me to keep me re-mind-ed E B7 E Of when he stole my thyme a-way. Chorus E B7 E Come all you maid-ens young and fair E B7 All you that are bloom-ing in your prime. E E7 A B7 Al-ways be-ware and keep your gard-en fair. E B7 E Let no man steal a-way your thyme.