Scoil: Moyvoughley (uimhir rolla 7249)

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The Song that is Sung in Moyvoughley Locality while Hunting the Wren

Tagairt Chartlainne

Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0743, Leathanach 137

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Ar an leathanach seo

The wren, the wren the king of all birds
On St Stephens day she was caught in the furze
Altough she was little, her family was great
Rise up landlady and give us a "thrate" (treat)

We chase her from bush, from tree to tree,
In Donnellys hollow she broke her knee,
So up with the kettle and down with the pan
Or give us your answer and let us begone
Our box would speak if it had but a tongue
On tow or three singing we do with no word
Sing holly, sing ivy, sing ivy, sing holly
Or drop us two drinks to drown melancholy.
If you go draw, they be for the best
Then grant it high Heaven
or so my friend rest.

Anne Oates
circa 8
Maigh Bhachla, Co. na hIarmhí