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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.
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