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 is past and gone

He'll care no more for you

And in the place your time was waste

Will spread all over with rue

Will spread all over with rue

The garden’s son was standing by

Three flowers he gives to me

The pink the blue and violet too

And red red rosy tree

and red red rosy tree

But I refuse the red rose buch

And gained the willow tree

That all the world my plainly see

How my love slighted me

How my love slighted me