SELECTED POETRY.
IN TIhTtUNNEL ifs hupp sahib. Didn’t know Flynn— Flynn of; Virginia— Long as ho’s been yar? Look’oe here, stranger, Whar heo you been ? Here in this tunnel He -was my pardner, That same Tom FlynnWorking together,, |n wind and -weathel lce Day out and in.Didn’t know* Flynn! Well that is queer; Why, it’s a sin. To think of Tom Flynn, Tom with his cheer, Tom without fear— Stranger, look ’yar I Thar in the drift, Back to the wall. He held the timbers. Ready to fall; Then, in the darkness, I heard him call: “ Run for your life, Jake ! Run for your wife’s sake ! Don’t wait for me.” And that was all , Heard in the Jin— Heard of Tom FlynnFly nn of Virginia. That’s all about Flynn of Virginia, That let me out. Hera in the damp. Out of the sun, That ’ar dei ned lamp Makes my eyes run. Well, there, —I’m done. But, sir, when you ’ll Hear the next fool Asking of Flynn— Flynn of Virginia,— Just you chip in, Say you knew Flynn Say that youVe bean ’yar.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume II, Issue 104, 7 November 1871, Page 2
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