“They’ll do me for dancing,” says Brian O’Linn!
Brian O’Linn had no watch for to wear,
He bought a fine turnip and scooped it out fair,
He slipped a live cricket right under the skin—
“They’ll think it is ticking,” says Brian O’Linn!
Brian O’Linn was in want of a brooch,
He stuck a brass pin in a big cockroach,
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,