Of priests we can offer a charmin' variety, Far renowned for larnin' and piety: Still, I'd advance you, widout impropriety, Father O'Flynn as the flower of them all. CHORUS. Here's a health to you, Father O'Flynn, Slainte, and slainte, and slainte agin: Powerfulest preacher, and Tinderest teacher, and Kindliest creature in ould Donegal. Don't talk of your Provost and Fellows of Trinity, Famous for ever at Greek and Latinity, Dad and the divels and all at Divinity, Father O'Flynn 'd makes hares of them all. Come, I vinture to give you my word, Never the likes of his logic was heard Down from Mythology Into Thayology, Troth! and Conchology, if he'd the call. CHORUS--Here's a health to you, Father O'Flynn, etc. Och! Father O'Flynn, you've the wonderful way wid you, All ould sinners are wishful to pray wid you, All the young childer are wild for to play wid you, You've such a way wid you, Father avick! Still, for all you've so gentle a soul, Gad, you've your flock in the grandest conthroul: Checking the crazy ones, Coaxin' onaisy ones, Liftin' the lazy ones on wid the stick. CHORUS--Here's a health to you, Father O'Flynn, etc. And though quite avoidin' all foolish frivolity, Still at all seasons of innocent jollity, Where was the play-boy could claim an equality At comicality, Father, wid you? Once the Bishop looked grave at your jest, Till this remark set him off wid the rest: "Is it lave gaiety All to the laity? Cannot the clargy be Irishmen too?" CHORUS--Here's a health to you, Father O'Flynn, etc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE NIGHT BLOSSOMING by JANICE BLANCHARD THE SINGLE ERROR by VIVIAN PIKE BOLES THE METHOD OF THE MAD MULLAH by BERTON BRALEY YWAIN AND GAWAIN: THE WINNING OF THE LADY OF THE FOUNTAIN by CHRETIEN DE TROYES |