SONG OF THE WREN (ST DAVID)

Little wren is the man,
About him there's a stir,
There's an inquest upon thim,
To-night everywhere.

He was captured the rascal,
Last night with rejoicings
In a snug pretty chamber
With his brothers thirteen.

He was placed 'neath a shroud
In a fair motley bier,
Ribbons all-coloured
Are tied round the wren,

Ribbons all twisted
In place of a house
Thou shalt have dinner of apples and flour
That came from the orchard this morn of St.Stephen

Thou shat have dinner of green leaves of bay.
That came from the garden
So early this morning, Thou shalt have dinner
on shining white stones.
That came from the brook after supper.

O fair little mistress, give heed to our plaint!
Young children are we,
let us into your house,
O come to us quick or we''ll all run away!

-Gill, Walter, W., A Second Manx Scrapbook.,, London, 1932.
St. Davids, Wales
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