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1. In my garden grew plenty of Thyme, / It would flourish by night and by day; / O'er the wall came a lad, he took all that I had, / And stole my thyme away.
2. My garden with heartsease was bright, / The pansy so pied and so gay; / One slipped through the gate, and alas! cruel fate, / My heartsease took away.
3. My garden grew self-heal and balm, / And speedwell that's blue for an hour, / Then blossoms again, O grievous my pain! / I'm plundered of each flower.
4. There grows in my garden the rue, / And Love-lies-a-bleeding droops there, / The hyssop and myrrh, the teazle and burr, / In place of blossoms fair.
5. The willow with branches that weep, / The thorn and the cypress tree, / O why were the seeds of such dolorous weeds, / Thus scattered there by thee?