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Title
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Prick'ty bush
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Singer
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Worrell, Charles
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
'Oh, dear John, stand here, stand here by me for a while,
For I think I see my own dear father coming over yonder stile.
Oh father have you brought any gold? Or have you brought any fee?
For to save my body from the cold clay ground,
And my neck from the gallows tree.'
'No, I've not brought any gold, nor I've brought any fee,
To save your body from the cold clay ground,
And your neck from the gallows tree.
Refrain
Oh, the prick'ty bush! It pricked my heart full sore;
And if ever I get out of the prick'ty bush,
I'll never get in any more.
