Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Prickly Bush, artist - Steeleye Span. Album song Time, in the genre Фолк-рокDate of issue: 19.06.2005
Record label: Park
Song language: English
The Prickly Bush |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope awhile |
| I think i see my father over yonder stile |
| Father did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee |
| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground |
| And my neck from the gallows tree? |
| No i didn’t bring you gold nor have i brought any fee |
| But i have come to see you hung upon the gallows tree |
| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while |
| I think i see my brother over yonder stile |
| Brother did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee |
| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground |
| And my neck from the gallows tree? |
| No i didn’t bring you gold nor have i brought any fee |
| But i have come to see you hung upon the gallows tree |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while |
| I think i see my sister coming over yonder stile |
| Sister did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee |
| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground |
| And my neck from the gallows tree? |
| No i didn’t bring you gold nor have i brought any fee |
| But i have come to see you hung upon the gallows tree |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope a while |
| I think i see my lover over yonder stile |
| Lover did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee |
| For to save my body from the cold, clay ground |
| And my neck from the gallows tree? |
| Yes i have brought you gold, yes i brought you the fee |
| And i’ve not come to see you hung upon the gallows tree |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |
| Oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore |
| And if ever i’m out of the prickly bush |
| I’ll never get in it any more |