| Lyrics: | HUNTING THE WREN
We'll hunt the wren, says Robin to Bobin
We'll hunt the wren, says
Richie the Robin
We'll hunt the wren, says Jack of the land
We'll hunt the wren says
everyone
The wren, the wren is king of the birds
St. Stephen's Day he's caught
in the furze
Although he is little, his family is great
We pray you, good people to
give us a trate
Where, oh where? ....
In yonder green bush
How get
him down?
With sticks and stones
How get him home?
The brewer's big
cart
How'll we ate him?
With knives and forks
Who'll come to the
dinner?
The king and the queen
Eyes to the blind, says Robin to
Bobbin
Legs to the lame, says Richie the robin
(Pluck) to the poor, says Jack of the
land
Bones to the dogs, says everyone
@ritual @bird @animal @England
From
Folksongs of Britain, Songs of Ceremony
see also HUNTWREN CUTYWREN WRENSONG
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