#English #Victorians Limerick
They went to sea in a Sieve, they… In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of all their friends coul… On a winter’s morn, on a stormy da… In a Sieve they went to sea!
There was an Old Man of Leghorn, The smallest that ever was born; But quickly snapped up he Was once by a puppy, Who devoured that Old Man of Leg…
There was an Old Person of Tring… Who embellished his nose with a ri… Ha gazed at the moon Every evening in June, That ecstatic Old Person in Trin…
There was a Young Girl of Majorc… Whose aunt was a very fast walker; She walked seventy miles, And leaped fifteen stiles, Which astonished that Girl of Maj…
Calico Pie, The little Birds fly Down to the calico tree, Their wings were blue, And they sang ‘Tilly-loo!’
THERE WAS AN OLD MAN O… BUT NOBODY CRIED THO… FOR THAT SILLY OLD MA…
There was an Old Man of th’ Abru… So blind that he couldn’t his foot… When they said, 'That’s your toe,… He replied, ‘Is it so?’ That doubtful Old Man of th’ Abr…
There was a Young Lady whose nose… Was so long that it reached to her… So she hired an Old Lady, Whose conduct was steady, To carry that wonderful nose.
On a little piece of wood, Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood; Mrs. Sparrow sate close by, A-making of an insect pie, For her little children five,
There was an Old Man with a owl, Who continued to bother and howl; He sat on a rail And imbibed bitter ale, Which refreshed that Old Man and…
There was an Old Person in Black… A Grasshopper jumped on his back; When it chirped in his ear, He was smitten with fear, That helpless Old Person in Blac…
Two old Bachelors were living in… One caught a Muffin, the other ca… Said he who caught the Muffin to… “This happens just in time! For w… Save a tiny slice of lemon and a t…
There was an Old Person of Berli… Whose form was uncommonly thin; Till he once, by mistake, Was mixed up in a cake, So they baked that Old Man of Be…
There was a Young Lady of Lucca, Whose lovers completely forsook he… She ran up a tree, And said, ‘Fiddle-de-dee!’ Which embarassed the people of Lu…
O my aged Uncle Arly! Sitting on a heap of Barley Thro’ the silent hours of night, Close beside a leafy thicket: On his nose there was a Cricket,