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.bitnunsa