Brian O’Linn was in want of a brooch,
He stuck a brass pin in a big coackroach,
The breast of his shirt he fixed it straight in,—
“They’ll think it’s a diamond,” says Brian O’Linn!
Brian O’Linn went a-courting one night,
He set both the mother and daughter to fight,—
“Stop! stop!” he exclaimed, “if you have but the tin,
I’ll marry you both,” says Brian O’Linn!
Brian O’Linn went to bring his wife home,
He had but one horse, that was all skin and bone,