Oh, the prickle-eye bush That breaks my heart so sore If I ever get out of this prickle-eye bush I’ll never get in it any more Hangman stay your hand, O stay it for a while For I think I see my (father) coming over yonder stile (Father) have you brought me gold, or silver to see me free To save my body from the cold, cold ground And my neck from the gallows tree? No, I have not brought you gold, or silver to see you free To save your body from the cold, cold ground And your neck from the gallows tree (Repeat verses for: Mother, Brother, Sister) Hangman stay your hand, O stay it for a while For I think I see my true love coming over yonder stile True love, have you brought me gold, or silver to set me free To save my body from the cold, cold ground And my neck from the gallows tree? Yes, I have brought you gold, and silver to set you free To save your body from the cold, cold ground And your neck from the gallows tree Oh, the prickle-eye bush That breaks my heart so sore And now that I’m out of this prickle-eye bush I’ll never get in it any more