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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 @ritual @seasonal @bird @animal filename[ WRENSDAV CB Feb07 |
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