The Pricklie Bush

Traditional (Child 95), arranged by LookingGlass Folk

Lyrics [pdf]

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

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	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