“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;
Brian O’Linn had no breeches to wear,
He got him a sheepskin to make him a pair,
With the fleshy side out and the woolly side in—
“They are pleasant and cool,” says Brian O’Linn!
Brian O’Linn had no hat to his head,