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66 BRYAN O'LINN.
Her broder Jim was an eel-butcher, Which caused his mammy to sigh;
Her broder Bill got drunk one day, And run a knot-hole in his eye 1 Den fare you well, etc.
Her lover gave a ball one night—
He gave a fancy ball and sup; Dey had cream-o'-tartar tarts,
And chestnut-burrs in a cup: Dey had E-flat bugle, jelly-soup,
And butter strong enough to walk; It come o'er here in an emigrant-ship,
Oh, all de way from Cork.
• Den fare you well, etc. |
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BRYAN O'LINN.
Sung by S. S. Purdy.
Oh, Bryan O'Linn had no breeches to wear— He got him a goat-skin to make him a pair; "With the hairy side out and the fleshy side in, "They'll do for the winter," says Bryan O'Linn.
chorus—Pachuly a lany, Kopunea Baduis, Porcha galora McChanna Maugre; Strawberry domicile up and go lean, 0 Bully Slaguttereh, how have you been ?
Oh, Bryan O'Linn had his wife and his mother, And they all went over the old bridge together; But the bridge it broke down, and they all tumbled in— ' We'll find ground at the bottom!" says Bryan O'Linn.
Pachuly a lany, etc.
Oh, Bryan O'Lynn had no watch to put on, He got him a turnip to make him a one; He caught him a cricket, and put it therein— "Faith, they'll think it's a tickin'," says Bryan O'Linn. '
Pachuly a lany, etc. |
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