There was a young lady of Firle,
Whose hair was addicted to curl;
It curled up a tree,
And all over the sea,
That expansive young lady of Firle.
There was an old person of Rye,
Who went up to town on a fly;
But they said, 'If you cough,
You are safe to fall off!'
You abstemious old person of Rye!'
There was an old man of Messina,
Whose daughter was named Opsibeena;
She wore a small wig,
And rode out on a pig,
To the perfect delight of Messina.
There was a young lady, whose nose,
Continually prospers and grows;
When it grew out of sight,
She exclaimed in a fright,
'Oh! Farewell to the end of my nose!'
There was an old person of Cannes,
Who purchased three fowls and a fan;
Those she placed on a stool,
And to make them feel cool
She constantly fanned them at Cannes.
There was an old person of Barnes,
Whose garments were covered with darns;
But they said, 'Without doubt,
You will soon wear them out,
You luminous person of Barnes!'
There was an old man of Cashmere,
Whose movements were scroobious and queer;
Being slender an tall,
He looked over a wall,
And perceived two fat ducks of Cashmere.
There was an old person of Hove,
Who frequented the depths of a grove;
Where he studied his books,
With the wrens and the rooks,
That tranquil old person of Hove.
There was an old person of Down,
Whose face was adorned with a frown;
When he opened the door,
For one minute or more,
He alarmed all the people of Down.
There was an old man of Dunluce,
Who went out to sea on a goose;
When he'd gone out a mile,
He observ'd with a smile,
'It is time to return to Dunluce.'