The Prickle Holly Bush - Martin Carthy

Oh slack your horse cries George
Come slack it for a while
For I think I see my father
Coming over yonder style
O father have you brought me gold
And will you set me free
Or have you come to see me hung
All on this high gallows tree
Did you bring gold
Did you bring silver to set me free
For to keep my body from the cold gaol wall
And me neck from the high gallows tree
Oh no I have not brought thee gold
And I'll not set thee free
For I am come for to see you hung
All on that high gallows tree
I've no gold
I've no silver to set you free
But I have come for to see you hang
Oh hang upon the high gallows tree
Oh the prickly bush the prickly bush
It pricked my heart full sore
And if ever I get out of that prickly bush
I'll never get in any more
Oh the prickle-holly bush it pricks it pricks
Oh it pricks my heart full sore
And if ever I get out of the prickle-holly bush
I'll never get in there any more
O yes I've brought you gold she cried
And I will set you free
For I would never see you hung
All on that old gallows tree
I've brought gold
I've brought silver to set you free
For I've not come for to see you hang
Oh hang upon the high gallows tree
Oh the prickly bush the prickly bush
It pricked my heart full sore
And now that I'm out of that prickly bush
I'll never get in any more
Oh the prickle-holly bush it pricks it pricks
Oh it pricks my heart full sore
And now that I'm out of the prickle-holly bush
I'll never get in there any more