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III. IN DIALECTIN 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.
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