DIDn't know Flynn, -- Flynn of Virginia, -- Long as he's been 'yar? Look'ee here, stranger, Whar hev you been? Here in this tunnel He was my pardner, That same Tom Flynn, -- Working together, In wind and weather, 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! 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 din, Heard of Tom Flynn, -- Flynn of Virginia. That's all about Flynn of Virginia. That lets me out. Here in the damp, -- Out of the sun, -- That 'ar derned 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 you've been 'yar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: WOMEN'S CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON CATHOLIC HYMN by EDGAR ALLAN POE MYSTERY: 1 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER GENTLER JOYS by RUTH FOSS BREWER PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GERARD DE LAIRESSE by ROBERT BROWNING |