Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
Steeleye Span
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
The Prickly Bush was written by Bob Johnson & Gay Woods & Liam Genockey & Maddy Prior & Peter Knight & Tim Harries.
The Prickly Bush was produced by John Etchells & Steeleye Span.