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HUNTING THE WREN
We'll hunt the wren, says Robin to Bobin
We'll hunt the wren, says Richie the Robin
We'll hunt the wren, says Jack of the land
We'll hunt the wren says everyone
The wren, the wren is king of the birds
St Stephen's Day he's caught in the furze
Although he is little, his family is great
We pray you, good people to give us a trate
Where, oh where?
In yonder green bush
How get him down?
With sticks and stones
How get him home?
The brewer's big cart
How'll we ate him?
With knives and forks
Who'll come to the dinner?
The king and the queen
Eyes to the blind, says Robin to Bobbin
Legs to the lame, says Richie the robin
(Pluck) to the poor, says Jack of the land
Bones to the dogs, says everyone
@ritual @bird @animal @England
From Folksongs of Britain, Songs of Ceremony
see also HUNTWREN CUTYWREN WRENSONG
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We'll hunt the wren, says Robin to Bobin
We'll hunt the wren, says Richie the Robin
We'll hunt the wren, says Jack of the land
We'll hunt the wren says everyone
The wren, the wren is king of the birds
St Stephen's Day he's caught in the furze
Although he is little, his family is great
We pray you, good people to give us a trate
Where, oh where?
In yonder green bush
How get him down?
With sticks and stones
How get him home?
The brewer's big cart
How'll we ate him?
With knives and forks
Who'll come to the dinner?
The king and the queen
Eyes to the blind, says Robin to Bobbin
Legs to the lame, says Richie the robin
(Pluck) to the poor, says Jack of the land
Bones to the dogs, says everyone
@ritual @bird @animal @England
From Folksongs of Britain, Songs of Ceremony
see also HUNTWREN CUTYWREN WRENSONG
filename[ HUNWREN2
SF
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
