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Oh, the prickle-eye bush
It pricks my heart full sore
Oh and if ever I get
out of this prickle-eye bush
Then I never will get in it any more!

Oh hangman stay your hand
Oh stay it for a while
For I think I see my [mother]…

[1—mother, 2—sister, 3—true love ]

...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 haven’t brought you gold
Or silver to set you free
For to save your body
from the cold, cold ground
Or my neck from the gallows tree

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