C F#m Am Come slack your horse cries George, come Em Am slack it for a while G For I think I see my father coming over F#m Am yonder stile Did you bring gold, did you bring silver to set me free? For to save my body from the cold gaol walls And my neck from the high gallows tree I 've no gold and I 've no silver to set you free For I have come to see you hanging. Hanging on the high gallows tree Oil the prickle holly bush. it pricks it pricks Oil it pricks my heart full sore And if ever I gel out of the prickle holly bush I'll never gel in there any more