| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore
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| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush
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| I’ll never get in it any more
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| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope awhile
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| I think i see my father over yonder stile
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| Father did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee
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| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground
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| And my neck from the gallows tree?
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| No i didn’t bring you gold nor have i brought any fee
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| But i have come to see you hung upon the gallows tree
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| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while
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| I think i see my brother over yonder stile
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| Brother did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee
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| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground
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| And my neck from the gallows tree?
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| 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
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| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore
|
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush
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| 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
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| I’ll never get in it any more
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| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while
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| I think i see my sister coming over yonder stile
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| Sister did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee
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| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground
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| And my neck from the gallows tree?
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| 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
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| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore
|
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush
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| I’ll never get in it any more
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| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore
|
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush
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| I’ll never get in it any more
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| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while
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| I think i see my lover over yonder stile
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| Lover did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee
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| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground
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| And my neck from the gallows tree?
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| Yes i have brought you gold, yes i brought you the fee
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| And i’ve not come to see you hung upon the gallows tree
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| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore
|
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush
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| 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
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| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore
|
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush
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| I’ll never get in it any more |