There was an Old Man of Coblenz, The length of whose legs was immen… He went with one prance From Turkey to France, That surprising Old Man of Coble…

There was a Young Lady of Wales, Who caught a large fish without sc… When she lifted her hook She exclaimed, ‘Only look!’ That ecstatic Young Lady of Wale…

There was a Young Lady of Ryde, Whose shoe-strings were seldom unt… She purchased some clogs, And some small spotted dogs, And frequently walked about Ryde

There was a Young Lady of Tyre, Who swept the loud chords of a lyr… At the sound of each sweep She enraptured the deep, And enchanted the city of Tyre.

There was a Young Lady of Turkey… Who wept when the weather was murk… When the day turned out fine, She ceased to repine, That capricious Young Lady of Tu…

There was an Ol Man of Quebec, A beetle ran over his neck; But he cried, 'With a needle, I’ll slay you, O beadle!' That angry Old Man of Quebec.

There was an Old Man of the East… Who gave all his children a feast; But they all ate so much And their conduct was such That it killed that Old Man of th…

There was an old Lady of Winchels… Who said, ‘If you needle or pin s… On the floor of my room, Sweep it up with the broom!’ —That exhaustive old Lady of Winc…

There was an Old Man at a casemen… Who held up his hands in amazement… When they said, 'Sir, you’ll fall… He replied, ‘Not at all!’ That incipient Old Man at a casem…

There was an Old Man of the West… Who wore a pale plum-coloured vest… When they said, ‘Does it fit?’ He replied, ‘Not a bit!’ That uneasy Old Man of the West.

There was a Young Lady of Dorkin… Who bought a large bonnet for walk… But its colour and size, So bedazzled her eyes, That she very soon went back to D…

There was a Young Lady whose chin… Resembled the point of a pin; So she had it made sharp, And purchased a harp, And played several tunes with her…

There was an Old Man of Marseill… Whose daughters wore bottle-green… They caught several Fish, Which they put in a dish, And sent to their Pa’ at Marseill…

There was an Old Lady whose folly Induced her to sit in a holly: Whereupon by a thorn Her dress being torn, She quickly became melancholy.

Time is a taper waning fast! Use it, man, well whilst it doth l… Lest burning downwards it consume… Before thou hast commenced the lab… Time is a pardon of a goodly soil!