In the Tunnel
By Bret Harte (Francis)
Didnt know Flynn,
Flynn of Virginia,
Long as hes 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.
Didnt know Flynn!
Well, that is queer;
Why, 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!
Dont wait for me.
And that was all
Heard in the din,
Heard of Tom Flynn,
Flynn of Virginia.
Thats 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, Im done!
But, sir, when youll
Hear the next fool
Asking of Flynn,
Flynn of Virginia,
Just you chip in,
Say you knew Flynn;
Say that youve been yar.