e ear and keep the other quiet?

_1st Prince_: Nobody can do that.

_Jester: (Wagging one ear with his finger.)_ There,
now you see I have done it! There's more learning
than is taught in books. Wait now and I'll give
you out a song I'll engage you never heard. (_Sings
or repeats_.)

It's I can rhyme you out the joy
That's ready for a lively boy.
Cuchulain flung a golden ball
And followed it where it would fall,
And when they counted him a child
He took the flying swans alive.
And Finn was given hares to mind
Till he outran them and the wind;
And he could swim and overtake
The wild duck swimming on the lake.
Osgar's young music was to thwack
The enemy and drive him back....

_Guardian_: That's enough now. I have no
fancy for that class of song. What other amusements
are there?

_Servant_: There are the Wrenboys are come here
at the end of their twelve days' funning.

_Jester_: That's it! The Wrenboys; a rambling
troop; rambling the world like myself. I will make
place for them. The old must give way to the
young.

(_He goes and sits down in a corner, munching
a crust and dozing_.)

_Servant_: Come in here let ye, and show what
ye can do!

(_Wrenboys come in playing a fife. They are
wearing little masks and are dressed in
ragged tunics; they carry drum and, fife,
and stand in a line_.)

_All Five Wrenboys: (Together.)_

The wren, the wren, the King of all birds,
On Stephen's Day was caught in the furze.
Although he's small his family's great,
Rise up kind gentry and give us a treat!
(_Rub-a-tub-tub-tub, on the drum_.)

Down with the kettle and up with the pan
And give us money to bury the wren!
_(Rub-a-tub.)_

We followed him twenty miles since morn,
The Wrenboys are all tattered and torn.
From Kyle-na-Gno we started late
And here we are at this grand gate!
_(Rub-a-tub.)_

He dipped his wing in a barrel of beer--
We wish you all a Happy New Year!
Give us now money to buy him a bier
And if you don't, we'll bury him here!
(_Rub-a-tub, and fife_.)

(_Princes laugh and clap hands_.)

_1st Prince_: That is very good.

_2nd Prince_: We must give them some money to
bury the wren!

_Guardian_: Come on then and I will give you
some. They will be glad of it. Play now the
harp as you go.

(_Princes go off playing, "Home, Sweet Home_."
_The Wrenboys sit down_.)

_1st Wrenboy_: It is likely we'll get good treatment.

_Jester: