[1]
The wren, the wren, the king of all birds
St. Stephen's Day was caught in the furze.
Although he was little, his honor was great.
Jump up me lads and give us a treat.

[2]
We followed the wren three miles or more,
three miles or more, three miles or more.
Through hedges and ditches and heaps of snow
At six o'clock in the morn.

[3]
Dreoilín, Dreoilín, where is your nest?
It's in the bush that I love best.
It's in the bush, the holly tree,
Where all the boys do follow me.

[4]
As I went out to hunt and all
I met a wren upon the wall.
Up with me wattle and gave him a fall
And brought him here to show you all.

[5]
I have a little box under me arm.
A tuppence or penny will do it no harm
For we are the boys who came your way
To bring in the wren on St. Stephen's Day.