Pembrokshire Wren Song:
^^ The Song of the Wren

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.