Spiers And Boden - Prickle-Eye Bush lyrics

Oh the Prickle Eye Bush That pricks my heart for sore And if ever I get out of this Prickle Eye Bush Then I never will get in it any more Oh hangman, stay your hand Stay it for a while For I think I see my mother coming over yonder stile Oh mother, have you brought me gold? Or silver to set me free? For to save my body from the cold, cold ground And my neck from the gallows tree Oh no, I have not brought you gold Or silver to set you free For to save your body from the cold, cold ground And your neck from the gallows tree Oh the Prickle Eye Bush That pricks my heart for sore Oh and if ever I get out of this Prickle Eye Bush Then I never will get in it any more Hangman, stay your hand Stay it for a while For I think I see my sister coming over yonder stile Oh sister, have you brought me gold? Or silver to set me free? For to save my body from the cold, cold ground And my neck from the gallows tree Oh no, I have not brought you gold Or silver to set you free For to save your body from the cold, cold ground And your neck from the gallows tree Oh the Prickle Eye Bush That pricks my heart for sore Oh and if ever I get out of this Prickle Eye Bush Then I never will get in it any more Hangman, stay your hand Stay it for a while For I think I see my own true love coming over yonder stile Oh true love, have you brought me gold? Or silver to set me free? For to save my body from the cold, cold ground And my neck from the gallows tree Oh yes, I have brought you gold Oh, and silver to set you free For to save your body from the cold, cold ground And your neck from the gallows tree Oh the Prickle Eye Bush That pricks my heart for sore Oh and now that I'm out of this Prickle Eye Bush Then I never will get in it any more Oh and now that I'm out of this Prickle Eye Bush Then I never will get in it any more