Irish Songs - Lyrics and Music for traditonal drinking, folk and pub songs from Ireland. A collection of traditional Irish song lyrics and chords.

Thyme it is a precious thing,
Thyme brings all things to your mind,
Thyme with all its labors, along with all its joys,
And thyme brings all things to an end.

Once I had a bunch of thyme,
I thought it never would decay,
Until a saucy sailor chanced upon my way,
He stole away my bonny bunch of thyme.

This sailor, he gave to me a rose,
I thought it never would decay,
He gave it to me to keep me well-minded,
Of the night he stole my bonny bunch of thyme.

Come all ye maidens young and fair,
All you who are blooming in your prime,
Always beware to keep your garden fair,
Let no man steal away your thyme.