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