#English #Victorians
There was an Old Man of the Isle… Whose face was pervaded with smile… He sung high dum diddle, And played on the fiddle, That amiable Man of the Isles.
He lived at Dingle Bank– he did;… He lived at Dingle Bank; And in his garden was one Quail, Four tulips and a Tank: And from his window he could see
There was an Old Man of Moldavia… Who had the most curious behaviour… For while he was able, He slept on a table. That funny Old Man of Moldavia.
They went to sea in a Sieve, they… In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of all their friends coul… On a winter’s morn, on a stormy da… In a Sieve they went to sea!
There was an Old Lady of Chertse… Who made a remarkable curtsey; She twirled round and round, Till she sunk underground, Which distressed all the people of…
There was an Old Man on some rock… Who shut his wife up in a box; When she said, ‘Let me out!’ He exclaimed, ‘Without doubt, You will pass all your life in tha…
On the top of the Crumpetty Tree The Quangle Wangle sat, But his face you could not see, On account of his Beaver Hat. For his Hat was a hundred and two…
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 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 who said, ‘… Will nobody answer this bell? I have pulled day and night, Till my hair has grown white, But nobody answers this bell!’
Who, or why, or which, or what, I… Is he tall or short, or dark or fa… Does he sit on a stool or a sofa o… &nb sp; or SQUAT, The Akond of Swat?
There was an Old Person of Dutto… Whose head was as small as a butto… So, to make it look big, He purchased a wig, And rapidly rushed about Dutton.
Said the Table to the Chair, ‘You can hardly be aware, ’How I suffer from the heat, ‘And from chilblains on my feet! ’If we took a little walk,
There was an Old Person of Bango… Whose face was distorted with ange… He tore off his boots, And subsisted on roots, That irascible Person of Bangor.
There was an Old Man of Kildare, Who climbed into a very old chair; When he said,—'Here I stays,— till the end of my days,' That immovable Man of Kildare.
