Father O'Flynn


Of priests, we can offer a charmin variety
Far renownd for learnin and piety
Still, I’d advance ye without impropriety
Father O’Flynn as the flower of them all

Here’s a health to you, Father O’Flynn
Slainte and slainte and slainte again
Power-fullest preacher, and tenderest teacher
And kindliest creature in old Donegal

Don’t talk of your provost and fellows of Trinity
Famous forever at Greek and Latinity
Faith and the devils and all at Divinity
Father OFlynn’d make hares of them all

Come, I venture to give you my word
Never the likes of his logic was heard
Down from mythology, into theology
Trotting conchology if he’d the call

O, Father O’Flynn, you’ve a wonderful way with you
All the old sinners are wishful to pray with you
All the young childer are wild for to play with you
You’ve such a way with you, Father a-vick

Still, for all you’ve so gentle a soul
Gad, you’ve your flock in the grandest control
Checking the crazy ones, coaxing on easy ones
Lifting the lazy ones on with the stick

And though quite avoiding all foolish frivolity
Still at all seasons of innocent jollity
Where was the playboy could claim an equality
At comicality, Father, with you ?

Once the Bishop looked grave at your jest
Till this remark set him off with the rest
“Is it leave gaiety all to the laity ?
Cannot the clergy be Irishmen, too ?

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Songs of Donegal


Clip – Brendan Moriarity