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Title
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Prickly bush
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Singer
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Little, Robert
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
'Stay your hand, hangman, stay your hand awhile,
For I see my father coming over yonder stile;
Father, have you any gold, silver to set me free,
To keep my body from the cold clay grave,
And my neck from the gallows tree?'
'No I have no gold, silver to set you free,
To keep your body from the cold clay grave,
And your neck from the high gallows tree.'
Chorus
Oh, the prickly bush that pricks my heart full sore!
If ever I get out of the prickly bush
I'll never get in any more.
Verse 2
'Stay your hand, hangman, stay your hand awhile,
For I see my mother coming over yonder stile;
Mother, have you any gold, silver to set me free,
To keep my body from the cold clay grave,
And my neck from the gallows tree?'
'No I have no gold, silver to set you free,
To keep your body from the cold clay grave,
And your neck from the high gallows tree.'
Chorus
Verse 3
'Stay your hand, hangman, stay your hand awhile,
For I see my brother coming over yonder stile;
Brother, have you any gold, silver to set me free,
To keep my body from the cold clay grave,
And my neck from the gallows tree?'
'No I have no gold, silver to set you free,
To keep your body from the cold clay grave,
And your neck from the high gallows tree.'
Chorus
Verse 4
'Stay your hand, hangman, stay your hand awhile,
For I see my sister coming over yonder stile;
Sister, have you any gold, silver to set me free,
To keep my body from the cold clay grave,
And my neck from the gallows tree?'
'No I have no gold, silver to set you free,
To keep your body from the cold clay grave,
And your neck from the high gallows tree.'
Chorus
Verse 5
'Stay your hand, hangman, stay your hand awhile,
For I see my true love coming over yonder stile;
True love, have you any gold, silver to set me free,
To keep my body from the cold clay grave,
And my neck from the gallows tree?'
'Yes I have some gold, silver to set you free,
To keep your body from the cold clay grave,
And your neck from the high gallows tree.'
Chorus
