Darby O'Gill - The Wren Song Lyrics
The wren, the wren, the king of all birdson St. Stephen's Day got caught in the furzeSo it’s up with the kettle and down with the pangive us a penny to burry the wrenAs I was gone to KillenauleI met the wren upon the wallI upped with me wattle and knocked him downand brought him into Carrick townLittle bird, little bird, where is your nest?'Tis in the bush that I love bestIt’s in the tree, the holly treewhere all the boys do follow meWe followed the wren three miles or morethree miles or more, three miles or moreWe followed the wren three miles or moreat six o'clock in the morningI have a little box under me armunder me arm, under me armI have a little box under me arma penny or tuppence'll do it no harmMrs. O’Gill is a very good womana very good woman, a very good womanMrs. O’Gill is a very good womanshe gave us a penny to bury the wren