Come all ye maidens, young and fair, All you that are blooming in your prime,
Always beware, and keep your garden fair, Let no one steal thy time.
For time, it is a precious thing, And time brings all things to my mind,
Time with all its flavours, along with all its jollies, Time brings all things to my mind.
Once I had a bunch of time, I thought it never would decay,
Then came a lusty sailor, who chanced to pass my way, And stole my bunch of time away.
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The sailor gave to me a rose, A rose that never would decay,
He gave it to me, to keep me reminded, Of when he stole my time away.
So come all ye maidens, young and fair, All you that are blooming in your prime,
Always beware, and keep your garden fair, Let no one steal thy time.
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