The wren, the wren, the king of all birds,St. Stephen’s Day was caught in the furze,Although he was little his honour was great,Jump up me lads and give us a treat. As I was going to Killenaule,I met a wren upon the wall.Up with me wattle and knocked him down,And brought him in to Carrick Town. Drooolin, Droolin, where’s your nest?Tis in the bush that I love bestIn the tree, the holly tree,Where all the boys do follow me. Up with the kettle and down with the pan,And give us a penny to bury the wren. I followed the wren three miles or more,Three miles or more three miles or more.I 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 would do it no harm. Mrs. Clancy’s a very good woman,a very good woman, a very good woman,Mrs. Clancy’s a very good woman,She give us a penny to bury the wren.
