Keep Your Garden Clean

[Verse 1]
Come all you pretty fair maids
Who flourish in your prime
Be sure to keep your garden clean
Let no one take your thyme

[Verse 2]
My thyme, it is all gone away
I cannot plant anew
And in the place where my thyme stood
It's all growed up in rue

[Verse 3]
In June comes in the primrose flower
But that is not for me
I will pull up my primrose flower
And plant a willow tree

[Verse 4]
Oh willow, green willow
With sorrow mixed among
To tell to all this wide world
I loved a false young man