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The Pricklie Bush

Traditional (Child 95), arranged by LookingGlass Folk

D G
\A:  Ah, the  Pricklie Bush
C G
\A:It  pricks my  heart full sore
G C G D7
\A:If I  ever get  out of the  pricklie  bush
G D7 G
\A:I  won't get in it  any more
D G
\S: Oh  hangman,  stay your rope
C G D
\S: Won't you  stay it  for a  while
G C G
\S: I  think I  see my  father coming
D7 G
\S: Riding over  yonder  stile.

D G
\S:  Father, did you  bring me gold
C G D
\S: Or  silver to  pay my  fee?
G C G
\S: For to  save my  body from the  cold, clay ground
D7 G
\S: My neck from the  gallows  tree?

D G
\G: I  have not  brought you gold
C G D
\G: Or  silver to  pay your  fee
G C G
\G: But  I have  come to  see you hanging
G D7 G
\G:  From the  gallows  tree.
D G
\A:  Ah, the  Pricklie Bush
C G
\A: It  pricks my  heart full sore
G C G D7
\A: If I  ever get  out of the  pricklie  bush
G D7 G
\A: I  won't get in it  any more
D G
\S: Oh  hangman,  stay your rope
C G D
\S: Won't you  stay it  for a  while
G C G
\S: I  think I  see my  mother coming
G D7 G
\S:  Riding over  yonder  stile.

D G
\S:  Mother, did you  bring me gold
C G D
\S: Or  silver to  pay my  fee?
G C G
\S: For to  save my  body from the  cold, clay ground
G D7 G
\S: My  neck from the  gallows  tree?

D G
\N: I  have not  brought you gold
C G D
\N: Or  silver to  pay your  fee
G C G
\N: Your  father and  I have  come today
G D7 G
\N: To  see you on the  gallows  tree.
D G
\A:  Ah, the  Pricklie Bush
C G
\A: It  pricks my  heart full sore
G C G D7
\A: If I  ever get  out of the  pricklie  bush
G D7 G
\A: I  won't get in it  any more
D G
\S: Oh  hangman,  stay your rope
C G D
\S: Won't you  stay it  for a  while
G C G
\S: For I  think I  see my  fair young neighbor
G D7 G
\S:  Riding over  yonder  stile.

D G
\S:  Neighbor, what  brings you here -
C G D
\S: Why  have you  come to  me?
G C G
\S: Have  you come  too, to  see me hanging
G D7 G
\S:  From the  gallows  tree?

D G
\N: Nay -  I have  brought you gold
C G D
\N: And  silver to  pay your  fee
G C G
\N: For  I'd never  let my  own true love
G D7 C
\N:  Hang from the  gallows  tree.
D G
\A:  Ah, the  Pricklie Bush
C G
\A: It  pricks my  heart full sore
G C G D7
\A: And  now that I'm  out of the  pricklie  bush
G D7 G
\A: I'll  never get in it  any more

D G
\A:  Ah, the  Pricklie Bush
C G
\A: It  pricks my  heart full sore
G C G D7
\A: And  now that I'm  out of the  pricklie  bush
G D7 G
\A: I'll  never get in it  any more

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