The[D] wren, the wren, the king of all birds
on St. [G]Stephen's Day got [A]caught
in the furze
So it’s [D]up with the kettle and down with the pan
[G]give us a [A]penny to [D]burry the wren
As I was gone to Killenaule
I met the wren upon the wall
I upped with me wattle and knocked him down
and
brought him into Carrick town
Little bird, little bird, where is your nest?
'Tis in the bush that I love best
It’s in the tree, the
holly tree
where all the boys do follow me
We followed the wren three miles or more
three miles or more, three miles or more
We followed the wren three
miles or more
at six o'clock in the morning
I have a little box under me arm
under me arm, under me arm
I have a little box under me arm
a penny or
tuppence'll do it no harm
Mrs. O’Gill is a very good woman
a very good woman, a very good woman
Mrs. O’Gill is a very good
woman
she gave us a penny to bury the wren