Hunting The Wren Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sharp is the wind
Cold is the rain
Harsh is the livelong day
Upon the wide open plain

[Verse 2]
By Donnelly's hollow
Under sod, gorse, and furze
There lies the young wren, oh
By the saints she was cursed

[Verse 3]
The wren is a small bird
How pretty she sings
She bested the eagle
When she hid in its wings

[Verse 4]
With sticks and with stones
All among the small mounds
They come from all over
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 5]
Therе are birds of the earth
And bеasts of the field
By spite and by fury
Are people revealed

[Verse 6]
Attacked in the village
Spat on in town
They come from all over
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 7]
The wren is a small bird
Though blamed for much woe
Her form is derided
Wherever she goes

[Verse 8]
With cold, want, and whiskey
She soon is run down
Her body paraded
On a staff through the town

[Verse 9]
A rag for her ceiling
The sod was her floor
She chose the cold open plain o'er
The dark workhouse door

[Verse 10]
With two broken wings
And feathers so brown
They come from all over
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground