BRIAN O’LINN
Brian O’Linn was a gentleman born,
His hair it was long and his beard unshorn,
His teeth were out and his eyes far in,—
“I’m a wonderful beauty,” says Brian O’Linn!
Brian O’Linn was hard up for a coat,
He borrowed the skin of a neighbouring goat,
He buckled the horns right under his chin,—
“They’ll answer for pistols,” says Brian O’Linn!