By Splinter-Eye
Blackthorn, carry me home,
For it's down the hedgerows I will travel.
Blackened skin and poison thorns,
Blackthorn, carry me home.
Oh, blackthorn, carry me home.
I went on the back roads and there did see
There did see a rosary,
A poor old mother on her hands and knees.
Blackthorn, carry me home.
She wept on the ground where the bright sun shone.
The bright sun shone, on and on.
"I had three children, they are dead and gone."
Blackthorn, carry me home.
I cut a branch of the poison thorns,
Poison thorns like the devil's horns,
A staff for to carry me 'til the morn.
Blackthorn, carry me home.