THE PRICKLE EYE BUSH

(chorus)

Oh the prickle eye bush
That pricks my heart full sore
And if ever I get out of this prickle eye bush
Then I never will get in it any more

Hangman stay your hand
Stay it for a while
For I think I see my sister coming
Over yonder stile
Oh sister have you brought me gold
Or silver to set me free
For to save my body from the cold cold ground
And my neck from the gallows tree
Oh no I've not brought you gold
Or silver to set you free
For to save your body from the cold cold ground
And your neck from the gallows tree

(chorus)

Hangman stay your hand
Stay it for a while
For I think I see my mother coming
Over yonder stile
Oh mother have you brought me gold
Or silver to set me free
For to save my body from the cold cold ground
And my neck from the gallows tree
Oh no I've not brought you gold
Or silver to set you free
For to save your body from the cold cold ground
And your neck from the gallows tree

(chorus)

Hangman stay your hand
Stay it for a while
For I think I see my own true love
Coming over yonder stile
Oh true love have you brought me gold
Or silver to set me free
For to save my body from the cold cold ground
And my neck from the gallows tree
Oh yes I have brought you gold
And silver to set you free
For to save your body from the cold cold ground
And your neck from the gallows tree

(chorus)

last time '...and now that I'm out of that PEB
I never will get in it any more...'

Jon Boden says he learned this version round the campfires at Forest School Camps. ' Boring' it ain't!