[Intro]
F#m F#m/G#
[Verse 1]
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Sharp is the wind, cold is the rain
A F#m E D
Harsh is the livelong day, upon the wide open plain
F#m F#m/G# F#m
By Donnelly's hollow, under sod gorse and furze
A F#m E D
There lies a young wren oh, by the saints she was cursed
[Chorus]
A
The wren is a small bird
D A
How pretty she sings
D A F#m
She bested the ea-gle
E D
When she hid in its wings
A
With sticks and with stones
D A
all among the small mounds
D A F#m
They come from all o-ver
D
to hunt the wren on the wide open ground
[Verse 2]
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They flock round the soldiers in their jackets so red
A F#m E D
For barrack room fa-vours, pennies and bread
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The soldier is rough, in anger or fun
A F#m E D
And he causes much bloodshed with his big musket gun
[Chorus]
A
The birds of the earth
D A
And beasts of the field
D A F#m
By spite and by fu-ry
E D
Are people revealed
A
Attacked in the village
D A
Spat on in town
D A F#m
They come from all o-ver
D
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground
[Interlude]
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|A Asus4 |E6 E E7 |F#m E D* D6 |Dmaj7 D6 D* D-5 |
|F#m |
[Verse 3]
F#m F#m/G# F#m
The wren is a small bird, though blamed for much woe
F#m/G# A F#m E D
Her form is deri-ded, wherever she goes
F#m F#m/G# F#m
With cold want and whiskey, she soon is run down
F#m/G# A F#m E D
Her body para-ded on a staff through the town
[Chorus]
A
A rag for her ceiling
D A
The sod was her floor
D A F#m
She chose the cold open plain o'er
E D
The dark workhouse door
A
With two broken wings
D A
And feathers so brown
D A F#m
They come from all o-ver
D
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground
