Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goblin Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rowan Gatherer
Songwriter
Sonny Brazil
Songwriter
Gwenna Harman
Songwriter
Alice Beadle
Songwriter
Paul Gardner
Songwriter
Piran Casely
Songwriter
Lyrics
Come slack your horse! Cries George,
Come slack it for a while!
For I think I see my Father coming over yonder stile,
Did you bring Gold? Did you bring silver to set me free?
For to save my body from the cold jail wall and me neck from the high gallows tree.
I’ve no gold! I’ve no silver to set you free!
But I have come for to see you hanging,
Hanging from the high gallows tree.
Oh the prickle holly bush it pricks it pricks
Oh it pricks my heart full sore,
And if ever I get out of the prickle holly bush,
I’ll never get in there any more.
Come slack your horse! Cries George,
Come slack it for a while!
For I think I see my Mother coming over yonder stile,
Did you bring Gold? Did you bring silver to set me free?
For to save my body from the cold jail wall and me neck from the high gallows tree.
I’ve no gold! I’ve no silver to set you free!
But I have come for to see you hanging,
Hanging from the high gallows tree.
Oh the prickle holly bush it pricks it pricks
Oh it pricks my heart full sore,
And if ever I get out of the prickle holly bush,
I’ll never get in there any more.
Come slack your horse! Cries George,
Come slack it for a while!
For I think I see my Brother coming over yonder stile,
Did you bring Gold? Did you bring silver to set me free?
For to save my body from the cold jail wall and me neck from the high gallows tree.
I’ve no gold! I’ve no silver to set you free!
But I have come for to see you hanging,
Hanging from the high gallows tree.
Oh the prickle holly bush it pricks it pricks
Oh it pricks my heart full sore,
And if ever I get out of the prickle holly bush,
I’ll never get in there any more.
Come slack your horse! Cries George,
Come slack it for a while!
For I think I see my Sister coming over yonder stile,
Did you bring Gold? Did you bring silver to set me free?
For to save my body from the cold jail wall and me neck from the high gallows tree.
I’ve no gold! I’ve no silver to set you free!
But I have come for to see you hanging,
Hanging from the high gallows tree.
Oh the prickle holly bush it pricks it pricks
Oh it pricks my heart full sore,
And if ever I get out of the prickle holly bush,
I’ll never get in there any more.
Come slack your horse! Cries George,
Come slack it for a while!
For I think I see my Sweetheart coming over yonder stile,
Did you bring Gold? Did you bring silver to set me free?
For to save my body from the cold jail wall and me neck from the high gallows tree.
I’ve no gold! I’ve no silver to set you free!
But I have come for to see you hanging,
Hanging from the high gallows tree.
Oh the prickle holly bush it pricks it pricks
Oh it pricks my heart full sore,
And now that I’m out of the prickle holly bush,
I’ll never get in there any more.
Written by: Alice Beadle, Gwenna Harman, Paul Gardner, Piran Casely, Rowan Gatherer, Sonny Brazil
