The Pricklie Bush
          Traditional (Child 95), arranged by LookingGlass Folk

        D       G
    \A: Ah, the Pricklie Bush
          C         G
    \A:It pricks my heart full sore
            G        C          G        D7
    \A:If I ever get out of the pricklie bush 
         G               D7 G
    \A:I won't get in it anymore

       D        G
\S: Oh hangman, stay your rope
              C       G     D
\S: Won't you stay it for a while
      G       C      G
\S: I think I see my father coming
                D7     G
\S: Riding over yonder stile.

    D               G
\S: Father, did you bring me gold
       C         G      D
\S: Or silver to pay my fee?
           G       C             G
\S: For to save my body from the cold, clay ground
                     D7      G
\S: My neck from the gallows tree?

      D        G
\G: I have not brought you gold
       C         G        D
\G: Or silver to pay your fee
        G      C       G
\G: But I have come to see you hanging
    G        D7      G
\G: From the gallows tree.


        D       G
    \A: Ah, the Pricklie Bush
           C         G
    \A: It pricks my heart full sore
             G        C          G        D7
    \A: If I ever get out of the pricklie bush 
          G               D7 G
    \A: I won't get in it anymore

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       D        G
\S: Oh hangman, stay your rope
              C       G     D
\S: Won't you stay it for a while
      G       C      G
\S: I think I see my mother coming
    G           D7     G
\S: Riding over yonder stile.

    D               G
\S: Mother, did you bring me gold
       C         G      D
\S: Or silver to pay my fee?
           G       C             G
\S: For to save my body from the cold, clay ground
       G             D7      G
\S: My neck from the gallows tree?

      D        G
\N: I have not brought you gold
       C         G        D
\N: Or silver to pay your fee
         G          C      G
\N: Your father and I have come today
       G              D7      G
\N: To see you on the gallows tree.


        D       G
    \A: Ah, the Pricklie Bush
           C         G
    \A: It pricks my heart full sore
             G        C          G        D7
    \A: If I ever get out of the pricklie bush 
          G               D7 G
    \A: I won't get in it anymore

       D        G
\S: Oh hangman, stay your rope
              C       G     D
\S: Won't you stay it for a while
          G       C      G
\S: For I think I see my fair young neighbor
    G           D7     G
\S: Riding over yonder stile.

    D              G
\S: Neighbor, what brings you here -
        C        G       D
\S: Why have you come to me?
         G        C       G
\S: Have you come too, to see me hanging
    G        D7      G
\S: From the gallows tree?

          D      G
\N: Nay - I have brought you gold
        C         G        D
\N: And silver to pay your fee
        G         C      G
\N: For I'd never let my own true love
    G             D7      C
\N: Hang from the gallows tree.


        D       G
    \A: Ah, the Pricklie Bush
           C         G
    \A: It pricks my heart full sore
            G            C          G        D7
    \A: And now that I'm out of the pricklie bush 
             G               D7 G
    \A: I'll never get in it anymore

        D       G
    \A: Ah, the Pricklie Bush
           C         G
    \A: It pricks my heart full sore
            G            C          G        D7
    \A: And now that I'm out of the pricklie bush 
             G               D7 G
    \A: I'll never get in it anymore



Online:
    http://Steve.Savitzky.net/Songs/pricklie-bush/lyrics.chords.txt

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