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    There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
    Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
    At the sound of each sweep she enraptured the deep,
    And enchanted the city of Tyre.

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    There was an Old Person of Bangor,
    Whose face was distorted with anger;
    He tore off his boots, and subsisted on roots,
    That borascible Person of Bangor.

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    There was an Old Man of the East,
    Who gave all his children a feast;
    But they all ate so much, and their conduct was such,
    That it killed that Old Man of the East.

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    There was an Old Man of the Coast,
    Who placidly sat on a post;
    But when it was cold he relinquished his hold,
    And called for some hot buttered toast.

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    There was an Old Man of Kamschatka,
    Who possessed a remarkably fat Cur;
    His gait and his waddle were held as a model
    To all the fat dogs in Kamschatka.

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    There was an Old Person of Gretna,
    Who rushed down the crater of Etna;
    When they said, “Is it hot?” he replied, “No, it’s not!”
    That mendacious Old Person of Gretna.

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    There was an Old Man with a beard,
    Who sat on a Horse when he reared;
    But they said, “Never mind! you will fall off behind,
    You propitious Old Man with a beard!”

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    There was an Old Man of Berlin,
    Whose form was uncommonly thin;
    Till he once, by mistake, was mixed up in a cake,
    So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.

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    There was an Old Man of the West,
    Who never could get any rest;
    So they set him to spin on his nose and his chin,
    Which cured that Old Man of the West.

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    There was an Old Person of Cheadle
    Was put in the stocks by the Beadle
    For stealing some pigs, some coats, and some wigs,
    That horrible person of Cheadle.

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    There was an Old Person of Anerley,
    Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly;
    He rushed down the Strand with a Pig in each hand,
    But returned in the evening to Anerley.

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    There was a Young Lady of Wales,
    Who caught a large Fish without scales;
    When she lifted her hook, she exclaimed, “Only look!”
    That ecstatic Young Lady of Wales.

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    There was a Young Lady of Welling,
    Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
    She played on the harp, and caught several Carp,
    That accomplished Young Lady of Welling.

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