Song | The Prickly Bush |
Artist | A Different Thread |
Album | On a Whim |
作词 : Robert Edward Jackson | |
作曲 : Robert Edward Jackson | |
Hang man, hang man, slack your horse a while | |
I think I see my father coming travelling many a mile | |
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free | |
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree | |
No I have not brought you silver, nor gold to set you free | |
I have come to see you hanging high from the gallow tree | |
Hang man, hang man, stay your hand a while | |
I think I see my mother coming over yonder stile | |
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free | |
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree | |
No I have not brought you silver, nor gold to set you free | |
I have come to see you hanging high from the gallow tree | |
Hang man, hang man, slack your rope a while | |
I think I see my lover coming travelling many a mile | |
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free | |
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree | |
Yes, I’ve brought you silver and gold to set you free | |
I’ll save your body from the cold, cold ground | |
and your neck from the hang man's tree | |
Oh that prickly bush it pricks my heart full sore | |
If I ever get out that prickly bush I’ll never get in no more |
zuò cí : Robert Edward Jackson | |
zuò qǔ : Robert Edward Jackson | |
Hang man, hang man, slack your horse a while | |
I think I see my father coming travelling many a mile | |
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free | |
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree | |
No I have not brought you silver, nor gold to set you free | |
I have come to see you hanging high from the gallow tree | |
Hang man, hang man, stay your hand a while | |
I think I see my mother coming over yonder stile | |
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free | |
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree | |
No I have not brought you silver, nor gold to set you free | |
I have come to see you hanging high from the gallow tree | |
Hang man, hang man, slack your rope a while | |
I think I see my lover coming travelling many a mile | |
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free | |
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree | |
Yes, I' ve brought you silver and gold to set you free | |
I' ll save your body from the cold, cold ground | |
and your neck from the hang man' s tree | |
Oh that prickly bush it pricks my heart full sore | |
If I ever get out that prickly bush I' ll never get in no more |