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…

There was an Old Man of Corfu, Who never knew what he should do; So he rushed up and down, Till the sun made him brown, That bewildered Old Man of Corfu…

There was an Old Man of the Nort… Who fell into a basin of broth; But a laudable cook, Fished him out with a hook, Which saved that Old Man of the…

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.

Teapots and Quails, Snuffers and Snails, Set him a sailing and see how he sails! ..

There was an Old Derry down Derr… Who loved to see little folks merr… So he made them a Book, And with laughter they shook, At the fun of that Derry down Der…

There was a Young Lady of Parma, Whose conduct grew calmer and calm… When they said, ‘Are you dumb?’ She merely said, ‘Hum!’ That provoking Young Lady of Par…

There was an Old Man with a flute… A serpent ran into his boot; But he played day and night, Till the serpent took flight, And avoided that man with a flute.

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.

There was a Young Lady of Portug… Whose ideas were excessively nauti… She climbed up a tree, To examine the sea, But declared she would never leave…

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.

There was an Old Man in a boat, Who said, 'I’m afloat! I’m afloat… When they said, ‘No! you aint!’ He was ready to faint, That unhappy Old Man in a boat.

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…

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 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…