In this part of the country people go from house to house with decorated branches of holly it is usaly suspended with a dead wren. It is a custom to sing the song of the wren.
The wren the wren the king of all birds
St. Stephen’s Day he was caught in the furxe
From branch to branch from tree to tree
At ob onnor’s hylen he broke his knee
So up with the kettle and down with the pan
Give us our money to bury the wren