School: Árd-achadh (C.) (roll number 14076)
- Location:
- Ardagh, Co. Limerick
- Teacher: Máire Ní Mhadagáin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0487, Page 050
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- The Wren Song.As I was walking down the mall.
I met a wren upon the wall.
I up with my stick, and I gave her a fall.
And I brought her now to visit you all.
Sing holly, sing ivy, sing ivy, sing holly.
To keep a bad Christmas is all but a folly.
For Christmas comes but once a year.
And when it comes it brings good cheer.The wren, the wren, the king of all birds.
On St. Stephen's day he was caught in the furs.
Get up land lady and give us a treat and let us begin.The wren, the wren, the king of all birds.
On St. Stephen's day he was caught in the furs.
We followed this wren three miles or more.
From bush to bush, from tree to tree.
And on Hilrush we broke his knee.
Although he been small, his family was great.
Hurry up young ladies and give us a treat.(continues on next page)
