The Chieftains - The Wren in the Furze lyrics

The wren, oh the wren; he's the king of all birds, On St. Stephen's 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? 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 youse give us a chance, And we won't be comin' back for another whole year! We'll play Kerry polkas; they're real hot stuff, We'll play the Mason's Apron and the Pinch of Snuff, Jon Maroney's jig and the Donegal reel, Music made to put a spring in your heel! 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! Oh please give us something for the little bird's 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! The wren, oh the wren; he's the king of all birds, On St. Stephen's 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?