The sprig of thyme

Wunst I had a sprig of thyme,

It prospered by night and by day

Till a false young man came acourtin' te me,

And he stole all this thyme away.

The gardiner was standiddn by;

I bade him che-oose for me:

He chose me the lily and the violet and the pink,

But I really did refuse them all three.

Thyme it is the prettiest thing,

And time it e will grow on,

And time it'll bring all things to an end

Addend so doz my time grow on.

It's very well drinkin' ale

And it's very well drinkin' wine;

But it's far better sittin' by a young man's side

That has won this heart of mine.