The Wren, the Wren, King of all Birds! Gilded Acrylics Painting
|A painting of the lovely fairy wren in gilded acrylics on canvas. 6" x 6"|
|A framed painting of the lovely fairy wren in gilded acrylics on canvas. 6" x 6"|
Little Fairy Wren. Gilded Acrylics on canvas. For sale €350. 6" x 6" framed behind glass.
Not the wee brown bird of the ancient Irish tradition of hunting the wren (An Dreoilín) on Saint Stephen's Day, but a native bird of Australia. I wish we had more such colourful birds here. Maybe we wouldn't have been buck-lepping around and battering them with sticks...
|The wren, the wren, the king of all birds,|
St. Stephen's Day was caught in the furze,
Although he was little his honour was great,
Jump up me lads and give him a treat.
Up with the kettle and down with the pan,
And give us a penny to bury the wren.2. As I was going to Killenaule,
I met a wren upon the wall.
I took me stick and knocked him down,
And brought him in to Carrick Town.
|3. Droolin, Droolin, where's your nest?|
Tis in the bush that I love best
In the tree the holly tree,
Where all the boys do follow me.
Chorus:4. We followed the wren three miles or more,
Three mile or more three miles or more.
We followed the wren three miles or more,
At six oclock in the morning.
5. I have a little box under me arm,
Under me arm under me arm.
I have a little box under me arm,
A penny or tuppence would do it no harm.