First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature hosted by Wandering Words. The meme is based on the idea that instead of judging a book by its cover, author, prestige, we judge it instead by its opening line(s). You can check out my review of the book here!
The wran, the wran, the king of all birds,
On St Stephen’s Day was caught in the furze.
Her clothes were all torn, her shoes all worn,
We chased her all night, right through until dawn.
Dreoilin, Dreoilin, where is your nest?
It’s in the bush you all know best.
Between the holly and the ivy tree,
Where all the boys do follow me.
We followed the wran three miles from home,
Through hedges and ditches and piles of stone.
We caught her at last and we broke her knee,
And hung her up in a hawthorn tree.
For we are the boys that came your way,
To bury the wran on Stephen’s Day.
So up with the kettle and down with the pan,
Give us a penny to bury the wran.
Traditional, as sung in Kilshamble
ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: The Wren Hunt (The Wren Hunt, #1)
Author: Mary Watson
Every Christmas, Wren is chased through the woods near her isolated village by her family’s enemies—the Judges—and there’s nothing that she can do to stop it. Once her people, the Augurs, controlled a powerful magic. But now that power lies with the Judges, who are set on destroying her kind for good.
In a desperate bid to save her family, Wren takes a dangerous undercover assignment—as an intern to an influential Judge named Cassa Harkness. Cassa has spent her life researching a transformative spell, which could bring the war between the factions to its absolute end. Caught in a web of deceit, Wren must decide whether or not to gamble on the spell and seal the Augurs’ fate.