The Wren

The wren, the wren, the king of all birds,
St. Stephen's day was caught in the furze;
Although he was little, his honor was great.
Jump up, me lads and give him a treat.

Chorus:
Up with the kettle and down with the pan
And give us a penny to bury the wren.

As I was gone to killenaule
I met a wren upon the wall;
Up with me wattle and knocked him down.
And brought him into carrick town.

Up with the kettle and down with the pan
And give us a penny to bury the wren.

Droolin, droolin, where's your nest?
'tis in the bush that I love best;
In the tree, the holly tree,
Where all the boys do follow me.

Up with the kettle and down with the pan
And give us a penny to bury the wren.

We followed the wren three miles or more,
Three miles or more, three miles or more,
We followed the wren three miles or more,
At six o'clock in the morning.

Up with the kettle and down with the pan
And give us a penny to bury the wren.

We have a little box under me arm,
Under me arm, under me arm,
We have a little box under me arm;
A penny a tuppence will do it no harm.

Up with the kettle and down with the pan
And give us a penny to bury the wren.

Missus Clancy’s a very good woman,
A very good woman, a very good woman,
Missus Clancy’s a very good woman:
She gave us a penny to bury the wren.

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