Nic Jones - Prickly Bush lyrics

O hangman, stay your hand And won't you it for a while, I think I see my mother coming Over the yonder style. Mother, have you brought me gold Or is there silver to pay my fee Or have you come to see me hanging All on the gallows tree? Oh I haven't brought you gold Or silver to pay your fee Oh I've not come to see you hanging On the gallows tree. Hangman, stay your hand And won't you it for a while, Or I think I see my brother coming All he's all on yonder style. Brother, have you brought me gold Or is there silver to pay my fee Or have you come to see me hanging All on the gallows tree? No I haven't brought you gold Or silver to pay your fee But I have come to see you hanging On the gallows tree. Oh the prickly bush Won't you prick my heart full sore And if ever I get out of that prickly bush I'll never get in it any more. Well true love, have you brought me gold Or silver to pay my fee Or have you come to see me hanging On the gallows tree? Oh no I haven't brought you gold Or silver to pay my fee But I have come to set you from hanging On the gallows tree. Oh the prickly bush Won't you prick my heart full sore And if ever I get out of the prickly bush I'll never get in it any more.