BRENDAN BEHAN STANDS UP

By Tom O’Brien

A monologue

A bar.  Brendan is entertaining the customers. A glass of milk sits on the table.

BRENDAN:  (sings)  Oh a hungry feelin’ came oe’r me stealin’

                                    And the mice were squealin’ in my prison cell

                                    And the auld triangle went jingle jangle