The Wren

[Verse 1]
Joy, health, love, and peace
Be all here in this place
By your leave we will sing
Concerning our king

[Verse 2]
Our king is well dressed
In silks of the best
In ribbons so rare
No king can compare

[Verse 3]
We have travelled many miles
Over hedges and stiles
In search of our king
Unto you we bring

[Verse 4]
We have powder and shot
To conquer the lot
We have cannon and ball
To conquer them all

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 1]
Joy, health, love, and peacе
Be all here in this placе
By your leave we will sing
Concerning our king

[Verse 5]
Old Christmas is past
Twelfth tide in the last
And we'll bid you adieu
Great joy to the new
And we'll bid you adieu
Great joy to the new