Hunting the Wren 歌詞
Hunting the Wren - Natalie Merchant
Lyrics by：Ian Lynch
Sharp is the wind
Cold is the rain
Harsh is the livelong day
Upon the wide open plain
By Donnelly's hollow
Under sod gorse and furze
There lies a young wren oh
And by the saints she was cursed
The wren is a small bird
So pretty she sings
She bested the eagle
When she hid in it's wings
With stick 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 jackets so red
For barrack room favors
Pennies and bread
The soldier is rough
In anger or fun
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 whiskey
She soon is run down
Her body paraded
On a staff through the town
A rag for her ceiling
The sod was her floor
She chose the cold open plain o'er
The dark workhouse door
With two broken wings
And feathers so brown
They come from all over
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground