Bellowhead

Bellowhead

The Prickle Eye Bush
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’Oh hangman, stay your hand, Stay it for a while, 
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For I think I see my sister coming over yonder stile.� 
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"Oh sister, have you brought me gold? Or silver to set me free?   
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For to save my body from the cold, cold ground and my neck from the gallows tree.� 
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’Oh no, I have not brought you gold or silver to set you free 
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for to save your body from the cold, cold ground and your neck from the gallows tree.� 
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Oh, the prickle-eye bush that pricks my heart full sore 
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And if ever I get out of this prickle-eye bush then I will never get in it any more. 
  

    A                  D     G             D        A 
’Oh hangman, stay your hand, Stay it for a while, 
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For I think I see my mother coming over yonder stile.� 
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"Oh mother, have you brought me gold? Or silver to set me free?   
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For to save my body from the cold, cold ground and my neck from the gallows tree.� 
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’Oh no, I have not brought you gold or silver to set you free 
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for to save your body from the cold, cold ground and your neck from the gallows tree.� 
A                   D         G                    D       A          
Oh, the prickle-eye bush that pricks my heart full sore 
       D                      G                            D         A         D 
And if ever I get out of this prickle-eye bush then I will never get in it any more.           
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    A                  D     G             D        A 
’Oh hangman, stay your hand, Stay it for a while, 
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For I think I see my true love coming over yonder stile.� 
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"Oh lover, have you brought me gold? Or silver to set me free?   
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For to save my body from the cold, cold ground and my neck from the gallows tree.� 
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O Yes, I have brought you gold and silver to set you free 
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for to save your body from the cold, cold ground and your neck from the gallows tree.� 
A                   D         G                    D       A          
Oh, the prickle-eye bush that pricks my heart full sore 
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And now that I’m out of this prickle-eye bush then I will never get in it any more.

Enviado por: Tercio Moraes

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