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 From Folksongs of Britain, Songs of Ceremony see also Let's Go to the Woods Cutty Wren (2) The Wren Song SOF
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