This rhyme is said by boys collecting wren money on St. Stephen's Day.

The wren, the wren, the king of all birds
On St. Stephen's Day she was caught in the furze
Though she was small her family was great
Rise up kind lady and give us a trate
I follow the wren the live long day
Through dirt and mud, and yallow clay
I met the wran upon a rock
I up with the stick
And hit her a lick
And turned her into a brandyshock
Iron brass
Give us the price of half-a-glass
Give us a wig
Give us a wake
Give us the price of a Christmas bake.