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Bryan O'Lynn was a gentleman born,
He lived at a time when no clothes they were worn,
But as fashion went out, of course Bryan walked in,
"Whoo! I'll lead the fashions," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no breeches to wear
He got a sheepskin for to make him a pair,
With the fleshy side out, and the woolly side in,
"Whoo! They're pleasant and cool," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no shirt to his back,
He went to a neighbor's and borrowed a sack,
Then he puckered the meal bag up under his chin,
"They'll take them for ruffles," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no hat to his head,
He thought that the pot would do him instead,
Then he murdered a cod for the sake of its fin,
"'twill pass for a feather," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn was hard up for a coat,
He borrowed a skin of a neighboring goat,
With the horns sticking out from his oxters, and then,
"They'll take them for pistols," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no stockings to wear,
He bought a rat's skin to make him a pair,
He then drew them over his manly shin,
They're illegant wear," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no brogues to his toes,
He hopped on two crab shells to serve him for those,
Then he split up two oysters that matched just like twins,
"They'll shine out like buckles," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn had no watch to put on,
He scooped out a turnip to make him a one,
Then he planted a cricket in under the skin -
"They'll think it's a-ticking," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Lynn to his house had no door,
He'd the sky for a roof and the bog for a floor,
He'd a way to jump out, and a way to swim in,
"Tis a fine habitation," says Bryan O'Lynn.
Bryan O'Linn went a courtin' one night
And he set both the mother and daughter to fight.
To fight for his hand they both stripped to the skin
"Sure I'll marry yis both," says Bryan O'Linn
Bryan O'Linn went to take his wife home
All he had was an oul nag t'was all skin and bone.
"I'll put her before me as neat as a pin
And her mother behind me," says Bryan O'Linn.
Bryan O'Lynn, his wife, and wife's mother,
They all lay down in the bed together,
The sheets they were cold and the blankets were thin
"Well, I'll sleep in the middle," says Bryan O'Lynn.
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