Chorus:
Oh, my wren,
Oh, my wren,
Eaten by the cat,
Blood on its snout,
And I'm left with only a little bone.
Eaten by the cat,
Blood on its snout,
And I'm left with only a little bone.

^ x2

Dúidín dáidín,
The nice little thing that I lost,
May the God of grace allow,
Me to get him again.

^ x4

Chorus

A little story about my wren,
I gave her a drop of milk,
When the cat struck her,
She fell down from a hight.

Whatever strange misfortune,
That compelled her to travel,
Who would believe it possible for her to die,
And I standing beside her.

Like a kind of magnet,
It's amazing to me
The way she left,
And jumped towards me.

What is rare is wonderful,
As he jumped like lightning
He gave her a swipe with his claw,
And she didn't know any better.

Sweet silence from the little bird,
She's just the size of my little finger,
As if there was a God of the little birds
She is gone up to Heaven.

That's the end of my story,
A little story about my wren,
The way the cat ate her,
And he left me nothing but bone.

Chorus