The owl and the pussy-cat went to sea,
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.(1871)
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There was an old man with a beard
Who said, 'It is just as I feared'-
Two owls and a hen, four larks and a wren,
Have all build their nests in my beard! (1846)
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There was a young lady of Norway
Who casually
sat on a doorway
When the door
squeezed her flat,
She exclaimed
"What of that?"
This
courageous Young Lady of Norway.
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There was an old man of Cape
Horn
Who wished he had never been
born
So he sat on a chair
Till he died of despair
That dolorous Man of Cape Horn
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There was an old lady whose
folly
Induced her to sit on a holly
Wherein by a thorn
Her dress being torn
She quickly became melancholy
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There was an old person of
Rhodes
Who strongly objected to toads
He paid several cousins
To catch them by the dozens
That futile old person of
Rhodes
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There was an old man of Nepal
From his horse had a terrible
fall
But though split quite in two
By some very strong glue
They mended that old man of
Nepal
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There was an old person of
Mold
Who shrank from sensations of
cold
So he purchased some muffs
Some furs and some fluffs
And wrapped himself from the
cold
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There was a young lady of
Poole
Whose soup was excessively
cool
So she put it to boil
By the aid of some oil
That ingenious lady of Poole
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There was an old person of
Prague
But was suddenly seized with
the plague
But they gave him some butter
Which caused him to mutter
And cured that old person of
Prague
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There was an old man of Peru
Who watched his wife making a
stew
But once by mistake
In a stove she did bake him
This unfortunate man of Peru
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There was a young lady of
Lucca
Whose lovers completely
forsook her
She ran up a tree
And said,
"Fiddle-de-dee!"
Which embarassed the people of
Lucca
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There was an old man of
Bohemia
Whose daughter was christened
Euphemia
Till one day, to his grief
She married a Thief
Which greived that old man of
Bohemia
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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
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That old man of Melrose
Who walked on tip of his
toes
But they said it ain't
pleasant
To see u at present
You stupid old man of Melrose
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