The Clearing - The Wren (trad.)
The wren, the wren
The king of all birds
On Stephen’s Day was caught in the firs
Though he may be little
His family is great
So pray thee good landlady
Give us a drink
Sing hey! Sing ho!
Sing holly! Sing holly!
A drop just to drink
It will cure melancholy
If there’s a drink in the house, may it make itself known,
‘fore I sing a song called “The Banks of the Lowne”,
And I’ll drink with you with occasion in it
For my poor dry throat and I’ll sing like a linnet.
Oh please give us something for the little bird’s wake,
A big lump of pudding or some Christmas cake,
A fist full o’ goose and a hot cup o’ tea
And then we’ll soon be going on our way.
The wren, the wren
The king of all birds
On Stephen’s Day was caught in the firs
So up with the kettle and down with the pan
And give us a penny to bury the wren
