Dm C Come all you girls, where'er you be, F C Dm Who flourish in your prime C Dm C Beware, take care if your garden is fair Dm C Dm C Let no man steal your thyme Dm Am Dm Let no man steal your thyme Dm C For when your thyme is pulled and gone F C Dm He'll care no more for you C Dm C And every place where your thyme went to waste Dm C Dm C Will all spread over with rue Dm Am Dm Will all spread over with rue
Dm C I gave my love my summer?s yield F C Dm and all my autumn?s store. C Dm C From of my skill he took his fill Dm C Dm C and asked for more and more, Dm Am Dm and asked for more and more. Dm C He fed to me of honeyed wine F C Dm and all we sowed in May, C Dm C but come new spring he went wandering. Dm C Dm C From me he then did stray, Dm Am Dm from me he then did stray. Dm C The gardener's son was standing by, F C Dm Sweet flowers he gave to me: C Dm C The violet blue and the iris too, Dm C Dm C and the red, red rose made three, Dm Am Dm and the red, red rose made three. Dm C But I refused that red rose bush F C Dm and I planted the willow tree, C Dm C so all the world may plainly see Dm C Dm C how my love slighted me, Dm Am Dm how my love slighted me. Dm C A woman is a branching tree F C Dm and a man?s a clinging vine, C Dm C and from her bounty so carelessly Dm C Dm C he?ll take what he can find, Dm Am Dm he?ll take what he can find.