| Song | Hunting the Wren |
| Artist | Lankum |
| Album | The Livelong Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Ian Lynch |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Cormac Mac Diarmada/Daragh Lynch/Ian Lynch/John 'Spud' Murphy/Radie Peat |
| [00:11.865] | Sharp is the wind |
| [00:18.457] | Cold is the rain |
| [00:25.018] | Harsh is the livelong day |
| [00:30.931] | Upon the wide open plain |
| [00:34.030] | |
| [00:37.777] | By Donnelly's hollow |
| [00:44.371] | Under sod gorse and furze |
| [00:51.058] | There lies a young wren oh |
| [00:57.502] | By the saints she was cursed |
| [01:02.476] | |
| [01:04.131] | The wren is a small bird |
| [01:10.843] | So pretty she sings |
| [01:17.212] | She bested the eagle |
| [01:23.963] | When she hid in its wings |
| [01:27.916] | |
| [01:30.590] | With sticks and with stones |
| [01:37.170] | All among the small mounds |
| [01:43.705] | They come from all over |
| [01:50.003] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
| [01:55.778] | |
| [01:58.623] | They flock round the soldiers |
| [02:05.215] | In jackets so red |
| [02:11.456] | For barrack room favours |
| [02:18.801] | Pennies and bread |
| [02:22.533] | |
| [02:25.092] | The soldier is rough |
| [02:31.659] | In anger or fun |
| [02:38.327] | He causes much bloodshed |
| [02:44.736] | With his big musket gun |
| [02:49.002] | |
| [02:51.007] | The birds of the earth |
| [02:57.914] | The beasts of the field |
| [03:04.619] | By spite and by fury |
| [03:11.152] | Are people revealed |
| [03:16.433] | |
| [03:17.951] | Attacked in the village |
| [03:24.814] | Spat on in town |
| [03:31.140] | They come from all over |
| [03:37.410] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
| [03:44.582] | |
| [04:45.555] | The wren is a small bird |
| [04:51.979] | Though blamed for much woe |
| [04:58.411] | Her form is derided |
| [05:05.096] | Wherever she goes |
| [05:10.593] | |
| [05:11.772] | With cold want and whiskey |
| [05:18.290] | She soon is run down |
| [05:24.939] | Her body paraded |
| [05:31.227] | On a staff through the town |
| [05:36.074] | |
| [05:38.289] | A rag for her ceiling |
| [05:44.843] | The sod was her floor |
| [05:51.087] | She chose the cold open plain o'er |
| [05:58.061] | The dark workhouse door |
| [06:02.909] | |
| [06:04.702] | With two broken wings |
| [06:11.296] | And feathers so brown |
| [06:17.810] | They come from all over |
| [06:24.227] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Ian Lynch |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Cormac Mac Diarmada Daragh Lynch Ian Lynch John ' Spud' Murphy Radie Peat |
| [00:11.865] | Sharp is the wind |
| [00:18.457] | Cold is the rain |
| [00:25.018] | Harsh is the livelong day |
| [00:30.931] | Upon the wide open plain |
| [00:34.030] | |
| [00:37.777] | By Donnelly' s hollow |
| [00:44.371] | Under sod gorse and furze |
| [00:51.058] | There lies a young wren oh |
| [00:57.502] | By the saints she was cursed |
| [01:02.476] | |
| [01:04.131] | The wren is a small bird |
| [01:10.843] | So pretty she sings |
| [01:17.212] | She bested the eagle |
| [01:23.963] | When she hid in its wings |
| [01:27.916] | |
| [01:30.590] | With sticks and with stones |
| [01:37.170] | All among the small mounds |
| [01:43.705] | They come from all over |
| [01:50.003] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
| [01:55.778] | |
| [01:58.623] | They flock round the soldiers |
| [02:05.215] | In jackets so red |
| [02:11.456] | For barrack room favours |
| [02:18.801] | Pennies and bread |
| [02:22.533] | |
| [02:25.092] | The soldier is rough |
| [02:31.659] | In anger or fun |
| [02:38.327] | He causes much bloodshed |
| [02:44.736] | With his big musket gun |
| [02:49.002] | |
| [02:51.007] | The birds of the earth |
| [02:57.914] | The beasts of the field |
| [03:04.619] | By spite and by fury |
| [03:11.152] | Are people revealed |
| [03:16.433] | |
| [03:17.951] | Attacked in the village |
| [03:24.814] | Spat on in town |
| [03:31.140] | They come from all over |
| [03:37.410] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
| [03:44.582] | |
| [04:45.555] | The wren is a small bird |
| [04:51.979] | Though blamed for much woe |
| [04:58.411] | Her form is derided |
| [05:05.096] | Wherever she goes |
| [05:10.593] | |
| [05:11.772] | With cold want and whiskey |
| [05:18.290] | She soon is run down |
| [05:24.939] | Her body paraded |
| [05:31.227] | On a staff through the town |
| [05:36.074] | |
| [05:38.289] | A rag for her ceiling |
| [05:44.843] | The sod was her floor |
| [05:51.087] | She chose the cold open plain o' er |
| [05:58.061] | The dark workhouse door |
| [06:02.909] | |
| [06:04.702] | With two broken wings |
| [06:11.296] | And feathers so brown |
| [06:17.810] | They come from all over |
| [06:24.227] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Ian Lynch |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Cormac Mac Diarmada Daragh Lynch Ian Lynch John ' Spud' Murphy Radie Peat |
| [00:11.865] | Sharp is the wind |
| [00:18.457] | Cold is the rain |
| [00:25.018] | Harsh is the livelong day |
| [00:30.931] | Upon the wide open plain |
| [00:34.030] | |
| [00:37.777] | By Donnelly' s hollow |
| [00:44.371] | Under sod gorse and furze |
| [00:51.058] | There lies a young wren oh |
| [00:57.502] | By the saints she was cursed |
| [01:02.476] | |
| [01:04.131] | The wren is a small bird |
| [01:10.843] | So pretty she sings |
| [01:17.212] | She bested the eagle |
| [01:23.963] | When she hid in its wings |
| [01:27.916] | |
| [01:30.590] | With sticks and with stones |
| [01:37.170] | All among the small mounds |
| [01:43.705] | They come from all over |
| [01:50.003] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
| [01:55.778] | |
| [01:58.623] | They flock round the soldiers |
| [02:05.215] | In jackets so red |
| [02:11.456] | For barrack room favours |
| [02:18.801] | Pennies and bread |
| [02:22.533] | |
| [02:25.092] | The soldier is rough |
| [02:31.659] | In anger or fun |
| [02:38.327] | He causes much bloodshed |
| [02:44.736] | With his big musket gun |
| [02:49.002] | |
| [02:51.007] | The birds of the earth |
| [02:57.914] | The beasts of the field |
| [03:04.619] | By spite and by fury |
| [03:11.152] | Are people revealed |
| [03:16.433] | |
| [03:17.951] | Attacked in the village |
| [03:24.814] | Spat on in town |
| [03:31.140] | They come from all over |
| [03:37.410] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |
| [03:44.582] | |
| [04:45.555] | The wren is a small bird |
| [04:51.979] | Though blamed for much woe |
| [04:58.411] | Her form is derided |
| [05:05.096] | Wherever she goes |
| [05:10.593] | |
| [05:11.772] | With cold want and whiskey |
| [05:18.290] | She soon is run down |
| [05:24.939] | Her body paraded |
| [05:31.227] | On a staff through the town |
| [05:36.074] | |
| [05:38.289] | A rag for her ceiling |
| [05:44.843] | The sod was her floor |
| [05:51.087] | She chose the cold open plain o' er |
| [05:58.061] | The dark workhouse door |
| [06:02.909] | |
| [06:04.702] | With two broken wings |
| [06:11.296] | And feathers so brown |
| [06:17.810] | They come from all over |
| [06:24.227] | To hunt the wren on the wide open ground |