.)
Down with the kettle and up with the pan
And give us money to bury the wren!
(Rub-a-tub.)
We followed him twenty miles since morn,
The Wrenboys are all tattered and torn.
From Kyle-na-Gno we started late
And here we are at this grand gate!
(Rub-a-tub.)
He dipped his wing in a barrel of beer—