The Prickly Bush

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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

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
-- Steeleye Span, "The Prickly Bush"