The Maid Freed From the Gallows

No: 95; variant: 95[J]

  1. ‘Hold up, hold up your hands so high! Hold up your hands so high! For I think I see my own father Coming over yonder stile to me.
  2. ‘Oh father, have you got any gold for me? Any money for to pay me free? To keep my body from the cold clay ground, And my neck from the gallows-tree?’
  3. ‘Oh no, I’ve got no gold for thee, No money for to pay thee free, For I’ve come to see thee hangd this day, And hange:d thou shalt be.’
  4. ‘Oh the briers, prickly briers, Come prick my heart so sore; I ever I get from the gallows-tree, I’ll never get there any more.’
  5. ‘Oh yes, I’ve got some gold for thee, Some money for to pay thee free; I’ll save thy body from the cold clay ground, And thy neck from the gallows-tree.’
  6. ‘Oh the briers, prickly briers, Don’t prick my heart any more; For now I’ve got from the gallows’tree I’ll never get there any more.’