ANONYMOUS

The Maid Freed from the Gallows/The Prickly Bush

Hangman, hangman, hangman

slack your rope awhile.

I think I see my father

ridin’ many a mile.

Father, did you bring any silver?

Father, did you bring any gold,

Or did you come to see me

hangin’ from the gallows pole?

No, I didn’t bring any silver,

no I didn’t bring any gold.

I just come to see you

hangin’ from the gallows pole.

O the prickly bush,

the prickly bush,

It pricked my heart full sore;

If ever I get out of the prickly bush,

I'll never get in any more.