paroles de chanson The Pricklie Bush - Jim Causley

"Oh the prickly bush,
It pricks my heart full sore!
And if I ever get out of this prickly bush,
Then I never will get in it anymore."

"Oh hangman stay your rope,
Won't you stay it for a while?
For I think I see my mother comin',
Comin' over yonder stile."

"Oh Mother did you bring me gold,
Or silver to pay my fee?
For to save my body from the cold clay ground,
And my neck from the gallows tree."

"Oh no, I didn't bring you gold,
Nor silver to pay your fee.
For I have come to see you hung,
Hung from the gallows tree."

"Oh the prickly bush,
It pricks my heart full sore!
And if I ever get out of this prickly bush,
Then I never will get in it anymore."

"Oh hangman stay your rope,
Won't you stay it for a while?
For I think I see my father comin',
Comin' over yonder stile."

"Oh Father did you bring me gold,
Or silver to pay my fee?
For to save my body from the cold clay ground,
And my neck from the gallows tree."

"Oh no, I didn't bring you gold,
Nor silver to pay your fee."
For your mother and I have come today,
To see you on the gallows tree."

"Oh the prickly bush,
It pricks my heart full sore!
And if I ever get out of this prickly bush,
Then I never will get in it anymore."

"Oh hangman stay your rope,
Won't you stay it for a while?
For I think I see my true love comin',
Comin' over yonder stile."

"Oh lover did you bring me gold,
Or silver to pay my fee?
Or have you come to see my hung,
Hung on the gallows tree?"

"Oh yes, I brought you gold,
And silver to pay your fee."
For I did not come to see you hung,
Hung on the gallows tree."

"Oh the prickly bush,
It pricks my heart full sore!
And if I ever get out of this prickly bush,
Then I never will get in it anymore."