| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope awhile | 
| I think i see my father over yonder stile | 
| Father did you bring me 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 didn’t bring you gold nor have i brought any fee | 
| But i have come to see you hung upon the gallows tree | 
| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while | 
| I think i see my brother over yonder stile | 
| Brother did you bring me 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 didn’t bring you gold nor have i brought any fee | 
| But i have come to see you hung upon the gallows tree | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while | 
| I think i see my sister coming over yonder stile | 
| Sister did you bring me 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 didn’t bring you gold nor have i brought any fee | 
| But i have come to see you hung upon the gallows tree | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while | 
| I think i see my lover over yonder stile | 
| Lover did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee | 
| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground | 
| And my neck from the gallows tree? | 
| Yes i have brought you gold, yes i brought you the fee | 
| And i’ve not come to see you hung upon the gallows tree | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more | 
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore | 
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush | 
| I’ll never get in it any more |