Sprig of Thyme

 A traditional song from Lincolnshire, arranged for SSA and piano.

Lyrics:

Once I had a sprig of thyme, it flourish'd by night and by day,

Till a young man came a-courting to me, and he stole my thyme away.

But fairer I wish'd to appear, so I washed me in milk,

And I dressed me in silk, and I put sweet thyme in my hair.

In June is the red rose in bud, but that's no flower of mine.

Oh, I wish I were back in my young lover's arms, 'tis he has stolen my thyme.

It's very good a-drinking ale, and it's better far drinking wine,

But I wish I were back in my young man's arms, that has stolen this heart of mine.

Arranger: Michael Neaum

Publisher: Banks Music Publications

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