There was an old man of Hong Kong,
Who never did anything wrong;
He lay on his back,
With his head in a sack,
That innocuous old man of Hong Kong.
There was an old person of Fife,
Who was greatly disgusted with life;
They sang him a ballad,
And fed him on salad,
Which cured that old person of Fife.
There was a young person in green,
Who seldom was fit to be seen;
She wore a long shawl,
Over bonnet and all,
Which enveloped that person in green.
There was an old person of Slough,
Who danced at the end of a bough;
But they said, 'If you sneeze,
You might damage the trees,
You imprudent old person of Slough.'
There was an old person of Putney,
Whose food was roast spiders and chutney,
Which he took with his tea,
Within sight of the sea,
That romantic old person of Putney.
There was a young lady in white,
Who looked out at the depths of the night;
But the birds of the air,
Filled her heart with despair,
And oppressed that young lady in white.
There was an old person of Brill,
Who purchased a shirt with a frill;
But they said, 'Don't you wish,
You mayn't look like a fish,
You obsequious ol person of Brill?'
There was an old man of Three Bridges,
Whose mind was distracted by midges,
He saate on a wheel,
Eating underdone veal,
Which relieved that old man of Three Bridges.
There was an old person of Wick,
Who said, 'Tick-a-Tick, Tick-a-Tick;
And he said nothing more,
That laconic old person of Wick.
There was a young lady in blue,
Who said, 'Is it you, Is it you?'
When they said, 'Yes, it is,' --
She replied only, 'Whizz!'
That ungracious young lady in blue.