Classic Poem

accented
Tom Bolynn was a Scotchman born,
His shoes worn out, his stockings torn,
His shirt was ragged,
his Spencer thin, " This is my best suit. "
said Tom Bolynn. Tom Bolynn,
Tom Bolynn, Tom Bolynn, Hiho!

2

Tom Bolynn had no breeches to wear,
He bought a sheepskin to make him a pair,
The flesh side out, the fur side in,
" They are charming and cool, " said Tom Bolynn.
CHORUS : Tom Bolynn, etc.

3

Tom and his wife and his wife's mother
Got into one bed together;
The weather was cold, the sheets were thin,
" I'll sleep in the middle, " said Tom Bolynn.
CHORUS : Tom Bolynn, etc.

4

But his wife's mother said the very next day,
" You'll have to get another place to stay.
I can't lie awake and hear you snore.
You can't stay in my house any more. "
CHORUS : Tom Bolynn, etc.

5

Tom got into a hollow tree,
And very contented seemed to be,
The wind did blow and the rain beat in,
" This is better than home, " said Tom Bolynn.
CHORUS : Tom Bolynn, etc.