
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Hunting the Wren |
Sharp is the wind |
Cold is the rain |
Harsh is the livelong day |
Upon the wide open plain |
By Donnelly’s hollow |
Under sad gorse and furze |
There lies a young wren oh |
By the saints she was cursed |
The wren is a small bird |
How pretty she sings |
She bested the eagle |
When she hid in its wings |
With sticks and with stones |
All among the small mounds |
They come from all over |
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
They flock round the soldiers |
In their jackets so red |
For barrack room favours |
Pennies and bread |
The soldier is rough |
In anger or fun |
And he causes much bloodshed |
With his big musket gun |
The birds of the earth |
The beasts of the field |
By spite and by fury |
Are people revealed |
Attacked in the village |
Spat on in town |
They come from all over |
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
The wren is a small bird |
Though blamed for much woe |
Her form is derided |
Wherever she goes |
With cold want and whisky |
She soon is run down |
Her body paraded |
On a staff through the town |
Her head for her ceiling |
The sod was her floor |
She chose the cold open plain |
The dark work has |
With two broken wings |
And feathers so brown |
They come from all over |
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
Name | Year |
---|---|
The Wild Rover | 2019 |
The Dark Eyed Gypsy | 2019 |
Katie Cruel | 2019 |
The Young People | 2019 |