Prickle-Eye Bush - Bellowhead

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