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The Briery Bush (The Prickly Bush)
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Album: Drifting With Michener
Album: Playing Nice Together
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Child #95
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O Hangman, stay thy hand,
And stay it for a while,
For I fancy I see my father
A coming across the yonder stile.
O, father, have you my gold?
And can you set me free?
Or are you come to see me hung?
All on the gallows tree?
No, I've not brought thee gold,
And I can't set thee free;
But I have come to see thee hung
All on the gallows tree.
O Hangman, stay thy hand,
And stay it for a while,
For I fancy I see my mother
A coming across the yonder stile.
O, mother, have you my gold?
And can you set me free?
Or are you come to see me hung?
All on the gallows tree?
No, I've not brought thee gold,
And I can't set thee free;
But I have come to see thee hung
All on the gallows tree.
O Hangman, stay thy hand,
And stay it for a while,
For I fancy I see my brother
A coming across the yonder stile.
O, brother, have you my gold?
And can you set me free?
Or are you come to see me hung?
All on the gallows tree?
No, I've not brought thee gold,
And I can't set thee free;
But I have come to see thee hung
All on the gallows tree.
O Hangman, stay thy hand,
And stay it for a while,
For I fancy I see my sister
A coming across the yonder stile.
O, sister, have you my gold?
And can you set me free?
Or are you come to see me hung?
All on the gallows tree?
No, I've not brought thee gold,
And I can't set thee free;
But I have come to see thee hung
All on the gallows tree.
Oh the briery bush,
That pricks my heart so sore
If I once get out of the briery bush,
I'll never get in any more.
O Hangman, stay thy hand,
And stay it for a while
For I fancy I see my true love
A coming across the yonder stile.
O true love, have you my gold?
And can you set me free?
Or are you come to see me hung
All on the gallows tree?
O yes, I've brought thee gold,
And I can set thee free;
And I've not come to see thee hung
All on the gallows tree.
Oh the briery bush,
That pricks my heart so sore
Now I've got out of the briery bush,
I'll never get in any more.
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