Poems you ought to know . FLYNN OF VIRGINIA. BY BRET know Flynn—Flynn of Virginia— Long as hes been yar? Lookee here, strangerWhar 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. Didnt know Flynn! Well, that is , its 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 wifes sake! 204 Dont wait for me. And that was
Poems you ought to know . FLYNN OF VIRGINIA. BY BRET know Flynn—Flynn of Virginia— Long as hes been yar? Lookee here, strangerWhar 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. Didnt know Flynn! Well, that is , its 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 wifes sake! 204 Dont wait for me. And that was all Heard in the din,Heard of Tom Flynn- Flynn of Virginia. That lets me out Here in the damp—Out of the sun— That ar derned lampMakes my eyes , there—Im done. But, sir, when youll Hear the next fool Asking of Flynn— Flynn of Virginia—Just you chip you knew Flynn; Say that youve been 205
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