Hunting The Wren

   
Hunting the wren
  Traditional

Verse:
    | D                    | D
We're hunting the wren, says Robin a'bobbin'

     | E                    | A
 We're hunting the wren, says Richard to Robin

    | D                    | G
We're hunting the wren, says Jack-in-the-Land

    | A                    | A    D
We're hunting the wren, says everyone

	Where, oh where ...
	  In yonder green bush ...

Instrumental.

	How get him down ...
	  With sticks and stones ...

	How get him home ...
	  The brewer's big cart ...

Instrumental.

	How will we ate him ...
	  With knives and forks ...

	Who'll come to the dinner ...
	  The King and the Queen ...

Toast:	Eyes to the blind,
	  Legs to the lame,
	Pluck to the poor,
	  Bones to the dog says everyone.

Plea:	The wren, the wren, the king of the birds
	  St. Stephen's Day, was caught in the furze
	Although he is little his family is great
	  We beg you good people to give us a treat!