The wren, the wren,
The king of all birds,
On St. Stephen's Day
He was got in the furze
Although he was little
His honour was great
Rise up my lady
And give us a trate
As I went up a bother buidhe
I met a wren upon a tree
I hit him on the knee
And brought him home
To bury him here
Up with the kettle
And down with the pot
Give us our answer
And let us be off.