Prickle-eye Bush

Oh hangman, stay your hand

Oh stay it for a while

For I think I see my mother coming over yonder stile

Oh mother, have you brought me gold?

Or silver to set me free?

For to save my body from the cold, cold ground

And my neck from the gallows tree

"Oh no, I have not brought you gold,

Or silver to set you free

For to save your body from the cold, cold ground

And your neck from the gallows tree"

Oh the prickle-eye bush

That pricks my heart full sore

And if ever I get out of the prickle-eye bush

Then I never will get in it anymore

Oh hangman, stay your hand

Oh stay it for a while

For I think I see my sister coming over yonder stile

Oh sister, have you brought me gold?

Or silver to set me free?

For to save my body from the cold, cold ground

And my neck from the gallows tree

"Oh no, I have not brought you gold,

Or silver to set you free

For to save your body from the cold, cold ground

And your neck from the gallows tree"

Oh the prickle-eye bush

That pricks my heart full sore

And if ever I get out of the prickle-eye bush

Then I never will get in it anymore

Oh hangman, stay your hand

Oh stay it for a while

For I think I see my own true love coming over yonder stile

Oh true love, have you brought me gold?

Or silver to set me free?

For to save my body from the cold, cold ground

And my neck from the gallows tree

"Oh yes, I have brought you gold,

And silver to set you free

For to save your body from the cold, cold ground

And your neck from the gallows tree"

Oh the prickle-eye bush

That pricks my heart full sore

Oh, and now that I'm out of the prickle-eye bush

Then I never will get in it anymore