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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