School: Rockwood, Béal Átha an Dá Chab
- Location:
- Derreennaclogh, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Eibhlín Ní Chorcora
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0288, Page 384
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- (continued from previous page)boys wear faces and eyes on their faces so that they would not be known. They dance and play mouth - organs in the houses and they sing the following song.The wren, the wren, the king of all birds,
On St. Stephen's Day he was caught in the furze,
Although he was little, his family was great
Rise up land - lady and give us a treat.I hunted my wren three miles and more,
I hunted him all around Glandore,
Through hedges and bushes and fields so green,
And such fine sport was never seen,
Up with the kettle and down with the pot.
Give us our answer and let us be goneI burned my thumb on Christmas morning,
It swelled a blister as big as a berry,
I have a saucepan here under my arm,
A shilling or two will do it no harm.
Shake, Shake, shake the box,
All silver and no brass.
If you fill it of the best, I hope in Heaven your soul may rest,(continues on next page)
