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366 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF
Brian O'Linn was hard up for a coat, He borrowed the skin of a neighboring goat, He buckled the horns right under his chin — " They'll answer for pistols," says Brian O'Linn !
Brian O'Linn had no breeches to wear, He got him a sheepskin to make him a pair, With the fleshy side out and the wooly side in — "They are pleasant and cool," says Brian O'Linn !
Brian O'Linn had no hat to his head, He stuck on a pot that was under the shed, He murdered a cod for the sake of his fin— " 'Twill pass for a feather," says Brian O'Linn !
Brian O'Linn had no shirt to his back,
He went to a neighbor and borrowed a sack,
He puckered a meal-bag under his chin —
" They'll take it for ruffles," says Brian O'Linn !
Brian O'Linn had no shoes at all,
He bought an old pair at a cobbler's stall,
The uppers were broke and the soles were thin__
"They'll do me for dancing," says Brian O'Linn !
Brian O'Linn had no watch for to wear, He bought a fine turnip and scooped it out fair, He slipped a live cricket right under the skin — " They'll think it is ticking," says Brian O'Linn !
Brian O'Linn was in want of a brooch, He stuck a brass pin in a big cockroach, The breast of his shirt he fixed it straight in — " They'll think it's a diamond," says Brian O'Linn ! |
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