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Show In The Tunnel. (A little story in verse the late Bret Harte told on the Comstock years ago.) 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: "JRun for your life, Jake! Hun 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 lets me out Here in the damp iH Out of the sun 11 That 'ar derned lamp flfl Make's my eyes run. fljl Well, there I'm done! IS But, sir, when you'll flfl Hear the next fool ml Asking of Flynn Hfl Flynn, of Virginia HI Just you chip in, H Say you know Flynn; HI Say that you've been 'yar. Hi |
