There was an old person of Skye,
Who waltz'd with a Bluebottle fly:
They buzz'd a sweet tune,
To the light of the moon,
And entranced all the people of Skye.
There was an old man of Dumblane,
Who greatly resembled a crane;
But they said, - 'Is it wron,
Since your legs arre so long,
To request you won't stay in Dumblane?'
There was an old person of Hyde,
Who walked by the shore with his bride,
Till a Crab who came near,
Fill'd their bosoms with fear,
And they said, 'Would we'd never left Hyde!'
There was an old person of Rimini,
Who said, 'Gracious! Goodness! Oh gimini!'
When they said, 'Please be still!'
She ran down a hill,
And was never more heard of at Rimini.
There was an old man in a tree,
Whose whiskers were lovely to see;
But the birds of the air,
Pluck'd them perfectly bare,
To make themselves nests on that tree.
There was a young lady of Corsica,
Who purchased a little brown saucy-cur;
Which she fed upon ham,
And hot raspberry jam,
That expensive young lady of Corsica.
There was an old person of Bray,
who sang through the whole of the day
To his ducks and his pigs,
Whom he fed upon figs,
That valuable person of Bray.
There was an old person of Sestri,
Who sate himself down in a vestry,
When they said, 'You are wrong!' --
He merely said 'Bong!'
That repulsive old person of Sestri
There was an old person of Bude,
Whose deportment was vicious and crude;
He wore a large ruff,
Of pale straw-coloured stuff,
Which perplexed all the people of Bude.
There was an old person of Bow,
Whom nobody happened to know;
So they gave him some soap,
And said coldly, 'We hope
You will go back directly to Bow!'