Tone: [Dm]
Come [Dm]all you [F]fair and [C]tender girls
That [F]flourish [G]in your [Dm]prime
[F]Beware, [G]beware
Keep your [D]garden [Am]fair
Let [Dm]no man [C]steal your [F]thyme [Em]
Let [Dm]no man [Am]steal your [Dm]thyme.
For [Dm]when your [F]thyme it is [C]past and gone
He'll [F]care no [G]more for [Dm]you
And [F]every [G]place where your [D]thyme was [Am]waste
Will [Am]all spread [C]o'er with [F]rue [Em]
Will [Dm]all spread [Am]o'er with [Dm]rue.
The [Dm]gardener's [F]son was [C]standing by
Three [F]flowers he [G]gave to [Dm]me
The [F]pink, the [G]blue, and the [D]violet [Am]true
And the [Dm]red, red [C]rosy [F]tree [Em]
And the [Dm]red, red [Am]rosy [Dm]tree.
But [Dm]I refused the [F]red rose [C]bush
And [F]gained the [G]willow [Dm]tree
That [F]all the [G]world may [D]plainly [Am]see
How [Dm]my love [C]slighted [F]me [Em]
How [Dm]my love [Am]slighted [Dm]me
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