There was an Old Derry down Derry, Who loved to see little folks merry; So he made them a Book,
There was an Old Person of Sparta, Who had twenty-five sons and one daughter; He fed them on snails,
There was an Old Man in a boat, Who said, "I'm afloat! I'm afloat!" When they said, "No! you ain't!"
There was an Old Man of the West, Who wore a pale plum-coloured vest; When they said, "Does it fit?"
There was a Young Lady of Turkey, Who wept when the weather was murky; When the day turned out fine,
There was an old Man of Bohemia, Whose daughter was christened Euphemia; Till one day, to his grief,
There was an Old Man of the Dee, Who was sadly annoyed by a flea; When he said, "I will scratch it,"
There was a Young Lady of Welling, Whose praise all the world was a-telling; She played on the harp,
There was an old lady of France, Who taught little ducklings to dance; When she said, "Tick-a-tack!"
There was an old man of Cashmere, Whose movements were scroobious and queer; Being slender and tall,
There was an old man on the Humber, Who dined on a cake of Burnt Umber; When he said, "It's enough!"
There was an old person of Grange, Whose manners were scroobious and strange; He sailed to St. Blubb
There was an old person of Cannes, Who purchased three fowls and a fan; Those she placed on a stool,
King and Queen of the Pelicans we; No other Birds so grand we see! None but we have feet like fins!