Classic Poem

Brain O'lynn was a fellow of note;
He wore a red shirt and he hadn't a coat—
He walked in the rain and the shirt it was thin—
“But it's grand for good weather,” said Brian O'Lynn.

Brian O'Lynn had a nail in his boot,
And walking the highway, it jagged at his foot—
He came to a river; the boot he threw in.
“Barefooted, no corns,” said Brian O'Lynn.

Brian O'Lynn had a master of means,
Who fed the poor servant on pratees and beans—
O'Lynn to the threshing, and lay on the bin.
“Empty sacks cannot stand, sir,” said Brian O'Lynn.

Brian O'Lynn regaled at the board;
With the fat of the townland his stomach was stored—
He went to the threshing, but would not begin.
“Full sacks cannot bend, sir,” said Brian O'Lynn.

Brian O'Lynn took Red Ellen for wife;
A necklace of gold was the wish of her life.
His arms round her neck and he tickled her chin—
“How's that for a necklace?” said Brian O'Lynn.
Brian O'Lynn and his last hour was due.
“Repent or St. Peter will not let you through!”
“I've a trick up my sleeve if he won't let me in,
So give me a jemmy,” said Brian O'Lynn.