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Thread #43706   Message #3971926
Posted By: Lighter
17-Jan-19 - 06:43 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req/Add: Brian O'Lynn & Tam o' the Linn
Subject: RE: Lyr Req/Add: Brian O'Lynn & Tam o' the Linn
James Anthony Gardner, Commander, R.N., 'Recollections,'   (1906; in ms., 1836):

“Our gunner [William Philps] was one of the drollest fellows I ever met with—it was his delight to come on the forecastle in the first watch and sing comic songs to amuse the midshipmen assembled there. ‘Arthur O’Bradley’ was one that he used to sing with a great deal of humour. I believe it contained forty verses. ‘Bryan O’Lynn’ was another which I shall relate, leaving out the lines that may not be liked by those endued with fine feelings.   I have left out four verses [? lines—JL] as being rather out of order. I have heard the old gunner sing this when the sea has been beating over the forecastle and the ship rolling gunwale under. We used to get a tarpaulin in the weather fore rigging as a screen, and many a pleasant hour have I passed under its lee, with a glass of grog and hearing long-winded stories. Alas ! how dead are times now.”

                                  BRYAN O’LINN
        
        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife, and wife’s mother,
        They all hid under a hedge together ;
        But the rain came so fast they got wet to the skin—
        We shall catch a damned cold, says Bryan O’Lynn.

        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife, and wife’s mother,
        They went in a boat to catch sprats together ;
        A butt end got stove and the water rushed in—
        We’re drowned, by the holy, says Bryan O’Lynn.

        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife, and wife’s mother,
        They all went on a bridge together ;
        The bridge it broke and they all fell in—
        Strike out and be damned, says Bryan O’Lynn.

        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife, and wife’s mother,
        They all went out to chapel together ;
        The door it was shut and they could not get in—
        It’s a hell of a misfortune, says Bryan O’Lynn.

        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife, and wife’s mother,
        They went with the priest to a wake together,
        Where they all got drunk and thought it no sin—
        It keeps out the cold, says Bryan O’Lynn.

        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife and wife’s mother,
        They went to the grave with the corpse together ;
        The earth being loose they all fell in—
        Bear a hand and jump out, says Bryan O’Lynn.

        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife, and wife’s mother,
        When the berring [sic] was over went home together ;   
        In crossing a bog they got up to the chin—
        I’m damned but we’re smothered, says Bryan O’Lynn.

        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife, and wife’s mother,
        By good luck got out of the bog together ;
        Then went to confess to Father O’Flynn—
        We’re damnation sinners, says Bryan O’Lynn.

        Bryan O’Lynn and his wife, and wife’s mother,
        Resolved to lead a new life together ;
        And from that day to this have committed no sin—
        In the calendar stands SAINT BRYAN O’LYNN.


A unique text - except for the bridge.