Bryan O'Lynn was a gentleman born

He lived at a time when no clothes they were worn,

But as fashion went out, of course Bryan walked in

"Whoo, I'll lead the fashions," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn 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,

"Whoo, they're pleasant and cool." says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn had no shirt to his back,

He went to his neighbor's and borrowed a sack

Then he puckered the meal bag up under his chin

"Whoo, they'll take them for ruffles," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn had no hat to his head,

He thought that the pot would do him instead,

Then he murdered murdered a cod for the sake of its fin,

"Whoo, 'twill pass for a feather." says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn was hard up for a coat

He borrowed a skin of a neighboring goat

With the horns sticking out from his oxters, and then

"Whoo, they'll take them for pistols," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn had no stockings to wear,

He bought him a rat's skin to make him a pair,

He then drew them on and they fitted his shin,

"Whoo, they're illegant wear," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn had no brogues to his toes,

He hopped on two crab shells to serve him for those,

Then he split up two oysters that matched just like twins,

"Whoo, they'll shine out like buckles," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn had no watch to pawn,

He scooped out a turnip to make him a one

Then he planted a cricket in under the skin

"Whoo, they'll think it's a-tickin," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn to his house had no door,

He'd the sky for a roof and the bog for a floor,

He'd a way to jump out and a way to swim in,

"Whoo, it's very convanient," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn, his wife, and wife's mother,

They all went home o'er the bridge together,

The bridge it broke down and they all tumbled in,

"Whoo, we'll go home by water," says Bryan O'Lynn.

Bryan O'Lynn, his wife, and wife's mother,

They all slept in one bed together,

The night was cold and the blanket was thin

"Whoo, I will sleep in the middle," says Bryan O'Lynn.

But his mother in law said the very next day

That he would have to go find a new place to stay.

"I can't stay awake and hear you snore,"

"You can't live in my house any more."

So Bryan O'Lynn moved into a hollow tree,

And very contented he seemed to be,

O' the wind did blow and the rain beat in.

"Whoo, tis my home sweet home," says Bryan O'Lynn.