School: Gleann
- Location:
- Glan, Co. Cork
- Teacher: (name not given)
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- I
The "wran", the "wran", the king of all birds,
St. Stephen's Day, he was caught in the furze.
Although he is little his family is great.
Rise up landlady and give us a "trate"
II
And if you fill it of the best,
In heaven I hope your soul will rest:
But if you fill it of the small,
It wont agree with our boys atall.
III
And I going up through Carraig an Eas
I met my "wran" upon the grass;
Up with my cupid, and gave him a (?)
And brought him here to visit you a(?)
IV
Christmas night and I turning the spit
I burned my finger, I feel it yet -
Between my finger and my thumb,
There lies a blister as big as a plum
V
Sing holly, sing ivy, sing ivy, sing holly,
Christmas times are all very jolly,
Christmas comes but once a year,(continues on next page)
