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PEMBROKSHIRE WREN SONG Little wren is the man About him there's a stir, There's an inquest upon him To-night everywhere. He was captured, the rascal, Last night with rejoicings, In a snug, pretty chamber, And his brothers thirteen. The stronghold was broken, The young man was taken, And placed 'neath a shroud In a fair motley bier. Ribbons all-coloured Encompass the wren. Ribbons thrice-twisted Are his for a roof. Jenny Wrens have grown scarce. They have flow to the valley, But they will come back by The old meadow-paths. O fair little mistress, Give heed to our plaint! Young Children are we, Let us into your house, Come open your door Or we'll all run away. (Solva, Pembrokseshire.) Gill, Walter, W., A Second Manx Scrapbook.,, London, 1932. @ritual @seasonal @bird @animal filename[ WRENPEMB CB Feb07 |
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