and the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
he's carried her hame to his ain haln door,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
syne bade her gae in, for a bitch, and a whore,
and the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
then straight he makes fifty, the pick o' his band,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme:
turn out on her guard in the cp o' a hand,
and the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
the carlihro' them like ony wud bear,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
whae'er she gat hands on e
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