The Death of the Wren.
^^ Breton Cradle-Song

One day I went out for a ranble,

And what did I catch but a wren!

When he was caught he was properly caught;
He was put in the cowhouse to fatten,

And there he grew fatter and fatter,

Till they sent for the butcher to kill him.
The butcher and all his assistants

Cried out at the tops of their voices,
They were simply unable to hold him

When he saw the lad come with the knife!
Four carts upon iron-shod wheels

Have carried his feathers to Nantes,
And enough are still left in the house.

To Furnish four fine feather-beds!.....

-sung at Loguivy-Plou on 11th November 1863.

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