There was a Young Lady of Troy, Whom several large flies did annoy… Some she killed with a thump, Some she drowned at the pump, And some she took with her to Tro…

There was an old man of Thermopyl… Who never did anything properly; But they said, "If you choose, To… You shall never remain in Thermop…

There was a Young Lady of Russia… Who screamed so that no one could… Her screams were extreme,— No one heard such a scream As was screamed by that Lady from…

There was a Young Lady of Wellin… Whose praise all the world was a-t… She played on a harp, And caught several carp, That accomplished Young Lady of…

There was an Old Man of Bohemia, Whose daughter was christened Eup… Till one day, to his grief, She married a thief, Which grieved that Old Man of Bo…

There was an Old Man of the Wrek… Whose shoes made a horrible creaki… But they said, ‘Tell us whether, Your shoes are of leather, Or of what, you Old Man of the W…

There was an Old Man with a beard… Who said, "It is just as I feared… Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks a… Have all built their nests in my b…

There was an Old Person of Berli… Whose form was uncommonly thin; Till he once, by mistake, Was mixed up in a cake, So they baked that Old Man of Be…

Delirious Bulldogs;—echoing calls My daughter,—green as summer grass… The long supine Plebeian ass, The nasty crockery boring falls;— Tom-Moory Pathos;—all things bare…

There was an Old Man of Vesuvius… Who studied the works of Vitruviu… When the flames burnt his book, To drinking he took, That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.

There was a Young Person of Cret… Whose toilette was far from comple… She dressed in a sack, Spickle-speckled with black, That ombliferous person of Crete.

Cold are the crabs that crawl on y… Colder the cucumbers that grow ben… And colder still the brazen chops… The tedious gloom of philosophic p… For when the tardy film of nectar…

The was a Young Lady of Bute, Who played on a silver-gilt flute; She played several jigs, To her uncle’s white pigs, That amusing Young Lady of Bute.

On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs, and half a candle,

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.