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