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
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
When I am asleep I'm a-dreaming about you
When I'm awake I find no rest
And every moment seems like an hour
With aching pains all across my breast
I'd rather be in some dark valley
Where that sun don't never shine
Than to see you another man's darling
When I know that you could be mine
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