In The Tunnel

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.