The Wren In The Furze Lyrics - The Bells Of Dublin - The Chieftains

The wren, oh the wren; he's the king of all birds, 

On St. Stevens day he got caught in the furze, 

So it's up with the kettle and it's down with the pan, 

Won't you give us a penny for to bury the wren! 

Chorus: 

Hup-bup-biddley-dah, diddle-daddle diddle-dah, 

Doo-dah diddley-dah di-diddley diddle-um! 

Hup-bum, diddle-ah, diddley-daddle doodle-dah 

Diddley-dah do biddle-bah, ba-dum daddle diddle-um! 

Well it's Christmas time; that's why we're here, 

Please be good enough to give us an ear, 

For we'll sing and we'll dance if you give us a chance, 

And we won't be comin' back for another whole year! 

CHORUS 

We'll play Kerry polkas; they're real hot stuff, 

We'll play the Masons Apron and the Pinch of Snuff, 

Jon Maronley's jig and the Donegal reel, 

Music made to put a spring in your heel! 

CHORUS 

If there's a drink in the house, would it make itself known, 

Before I sing a song called "The Banks of the Lowne", 

And I'll drink with you with occasion in it, 

For me poor dry throat and I'll sing like a linnet! 

CHORUS 

Oh please give us something for the little birds wake, 

A big lump of pudding or some Christmas cake, 

A fist full o' goose and a hot cup o' tay (Tea), 

And then we'll all be goin' on our way! 

CHORUS 

The wren, oh the wren; he's the king of all birds, 

On St. Stevens day he got caught in the furze, 

So it's up with the kettle and it's down with the pan, 

Won't you give us a penny for to bury the wren!