BRANNIGAN’S FLANNEL
Old Mr Brannigan lived down our street
With nothing but cardboard, worn on his feet
His clothes were in tatters, worse than Daniel O' Dannel
But his mind was all clothed in best Brannigan Flannel
His tales from old Ireland, were as magic to us
As Kids gathered round when we met on the bus
He'd tell us of Leprechauns and great pots of gold
And how certain folk, they never grow old
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