come all you fair and tender girls that flourish in your prime beware beware keep your garden fair let no man steal your thyme let no man steal your thyme for when your time is past and gone he ll care no more for you and in the place your time was waste will spread all o er with rue will spread all o er with rue a woman is a branchy tree and man s a clinging vine and from her branches carelessly he ll take what he can find he ll take what he can find he ll take what he can find