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   : The Complete Nonsense Book by Edward Lear, N. Y.: Dodd, Mead & Company, 1912; The Nonsense Verse of Edward Lear, London: Mandarin Paperbacks, 1992; Edward Lear. The Complete Verse and Other Nonsense, London: Penguin Books, 2001.



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Lear showing a doubting stranger his name on his hat to prove that Edward Lear was a man and not merely a name.

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Something Like a Preface to The Book of Nonsense

(From the private letters of Edward Lear)


MY DEAR F. I want to send you, before leaving England, a note or two as to the various publications I have uttered, bad and good, and of all sorts, also their dates, that so you might be able to screw them into a beautiful memoir of me in case I leave my bones at Palmyra or elsewhere. Leastwise, if a man does anything all through life with a deal of bother, and likewise of some benefit to others, the details of such bother and benefit may as well be known accurately as the contrary.



Born in 1812 (12th May), I began to draw, for bread and cheese, about 1827, but only did uncommon queer shop-sketches selling them for prices varying from ninepence to four shillings: colouring prints, screens, fans; awhile making morbid disease drawings, for hospitals and certain doctors of physic.

In 1831, through Mrs. Wentworth, I became employed at the Zoological Society, and, in 1832, published The Family of the Psittacidse, the first complete volume of coloured drawings of birds on so large a scale published in England, as far as I know unless Audubon's were previously engraved. J. Gould's Indian Pheasants were commenced at the same time, and after a little while he employed me to draw many of his birds of Europe, while I assisted Mrs. Gould in all her drawings of foregrounds, as may be seen in a moment by any one who will glance at my drawings in G.'s European birds and the Toucans.

From 1832 to 1836, when my health failed a good deal, I drew much at the Earl of Derby's; and a series of my drawings was published by Dr. Gray of the British Museum a book now rare. I also lithographed many various detached subjects, and a large series of Testudinata for Mr. (now Professor) Bell; and I made drawings for Bell's British Mammalia, and for two or more volumes of the Naturalist's Library for the editor, Sir W. Jardine, those volumes being the Parrots, and, I think, the Monkeys, and some Cats.

In 1835 or 36, being in Ireland and the Lakes, I leaned more and more to landscape, and when in 1837 it was found that my health was more affected by the climate month by month, I went abroad, wintering in Rome till 1841, when I came to England and published a volume of lithographs called Rome and its Environs. Returning to Rome, I visited Sicily and much of the South of Italy, and continued to make chalk drawings, though in 1840 I had painted my two first oil-paintings. I also gave lessons in drawing at Rome and was able to make a very comfortable living.

In 1845 I came again to England, and in 1846 gave Queen Victoria some lessons, through Her Majesty's having seen a work I published in that year on the Abruzzi, and another on the Roman States.

In 1847 I went through all Southern Calabria, and again went round Sicily, and in 1848 left Rome entirely.

I travelled then to Malta, Greece, Constantinople, and the Ionian Islands; and to Mount Sinai and Greece a second time in 1849, returning to England in that year.

All 1850 I gave up to improving myself in figure drawing, and I continued to paint oil-paintings till 1853, having published in the meantime, in 1849 and 1852, two volumes entitled Journals of a Landscape Painter, in Albania and Calabria.

The first edition of the Book of Nonsense was published in 1846, lithographed by tracing-paper.

In 1854 I went to Egypt and Switzerland, and in 1855 to Corfu, where I remained the winters of 1856-57-58, visiting Athos, and, later, Jerusalem and Syria. In the autumn of 1858 I returned to England, and 59 and 60 winters were passed in Rome.

1861, I remained all the winter in England, and painted the Cedars of Lebanon and Masada, going, after my sister's death in March, 1861, to Italy. The two following winters 62 and 63 were passed at Corfu, and in the end of the latter year I published Views in the Ionian Islands.

In 1862 a second edition of the Book of Nonsense, much enlarged, was published, and is now in its sixteenth thousand.

O bother!



Yours affectionately
EDWARD LEAR.




     

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Lears Introduction to an Expanded Edition of The Book of Nonsense


In offering this little book  the third of its kind  to the public, I am glad to take the opportunity of recording the pleasure I have received at the appreciation its predecessors have met with, as attested by their wide circulation, and by the universally kind notices of them from the Press. To have been the means of administering innocent mirth to thousands, may surely be a just motive for satisfaction, and an excuse for grateful expression.

At the same time, I am desirous of adding a few words as to the history of the two previously published volumes, and more particularly of the first or original Book of Nonsense, relating to which many absurd reports have crept into circulation, such as that it was the composition of the late Lord Brougham, the late Earl of Derby, etc.; that the rhymes and pictures are by different persons; or that the whole have a symbolical meaning, etc.; whereas, every one of the Rhymes was composed by myself, and every one of the Illustrations drawn by my own hand at the time the verses were made. Moreover, in no portion of these Nonsense drawings have I ever allowed any caricature of private or public persons to appear, and throughout, more care than might be supposed has been given to make the subjects incapable of misinterpretation: Nonsense, pure and absolute, having been my aim throughout.

As for the persistently absurd report of the late Earl of Derby being the author of the First Book of Nonsense, I may relate an incident which occurred to me four summers ago, the first that gave me any insight into the origin of the rumor.

I was on my way from London to Guildford, in a railway carriage, containing, besides myself, one passenger, an elderly gentleman: presently, however, two ladies entered, accompanied by two little boys. These, who had just had a copy of the Book of Nonsense given them, were loud in their delight, and by degrees infected the whole party with their mirth.

How grateful, said the old gentleman to the two ladies, all children, and parents too, ought to be to the statesman who has given his time to composing that charming book!

(The ladies looked puzzled, as indeed was I, the author.)

Do you not know who is the writer of it? asked the gentleman.

The name is Edward Lear, said one of the ladies.

Ah! said the first speaker, so it is printed; but that is only a whim of the real author, the Earl of Derby. Edward is his Christian name, and, as you may see, LEAR is only EARL transposed.

But, said the lady, doubtingly, here is a dedication to the great-grandchildren, grand-nephews, and grand-nieces of Edward, thirteenth Earl of Derby, by the author, Edward Lear.

That, replied the other, is simply a piece of mystification; I am in a position to know that the whole book was composed and illustrated by Lord Derby himself. In fact, there is no such a person at all as Edward Lear.

Yet, said the other lady, some friends of mine tell me they know Mr. Lear.

Quite a mistake! completely a mistake! said the old gentleman, becoming rather angry at the contradiction; I am well aware of what I am saying: I can inform you, no such a person as Edward Lear exists!

Hitherto I had kept silence; but as my hat was, as well as my handkerchief and stick, largely marked inside with my name, and as I happened to have in my pocket several letters addressed to me, the temptation was too great to resist; so, flashing all these articles at once on my would-be extinguisher's attention, I speedily reduced him to silence.

Long years ago, in days when much of my time was passed in a country house, where children and mirth abounded, the lines beginning, There was an old man of Tobago, were suggested to me by a valued friend, as a form of verse lending itself to limitless variety for rhymes and pictures; and thenceforth the greater part of the original drawings and verses for the first Book of Nonsense were struck off with a pen, no assistance ever having been given me in any way but that of uproarious delight and welcome at the appearance of every new absurdity.

Most of these Drawings and Rhymes were transferred to lithographic stones in the year 1846, and were then first published by Mr. Thomas McLean, of the Haymarket. But that edition having been soon exhausted, and the call for the Book of Nonsense continuing, I added a considerable number of subjects to those previously-published.



EDWARD LEAR.
VILLA EMILY, SAN REMO,
August, 1871.




      


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		There was an Old Derry down Derry,
		Who loved to see little folks merry;
		So he made them a book,
		And with laughter they shook
		At the fun of that Derry down Derry.

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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 built their nests in my beard!

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		There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
		Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied;
		She purchased some clogs,
		And some small spotty Dogs,
		And frequently walked about Ryde.

		    
		  
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		There was an Old Man with a nose,
		Who said, 'If you choose to suppose
		That my nose is too long,
		You are certainly wrong!
		That remarkable Man with a nose.

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		There was an Old Man on a hill,
		Who seldom, if ever, stood still;
		He ran up and down,
		In his Grandmother's gown,
		Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.

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		There was a Young Lady whose bonnet
		Came untied when the birds sate upon it;
		But she said, 'I don't care!
		All the birds in the air
		Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!

		     
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		There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
		Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her;
		But she seized on the Cat,
		And said, 'Granny, burn that!
		You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!

		    
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		There was an Old Person of Chili,
		Whose conduct was painful and silly;
		He sate on the stairs,
		Eating apples and pears,
		That imprudent Old Person of Chili.

		   
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		There was an Old Man with a gong,
		Who bumped at it all the day long;
		But they called out, 'O law!
		You're a horrid old bore!
		So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.

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		There was an Old Lady of Chertsey,
		Who made a remarkable curtsey;
		She twirled round and round,
		Till she sank underground,
		Which distressed all the people of Chertsey.

		   
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		There was an Old Man in a tree,
		Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
		When they said, 'Does it buzz?
		He replied, 'Yes, it does!
		It's a regular brute of a Bee!

		    
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		There was an Old Man with a flute,
		A sarpint ran into his boot;
		But he played day and night,
		Till the sarpint took flight,
		And avoided that Man with a flute.

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		There was a Young Lady whose chin
		Resembled the point of a pin;
		So she had it made sharp,
		And purchased a harp,
		And played several tunes with her chin.

		   
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		There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,
		Who never had more than a penny;
		He spent all that money
		In onions and honey,
		That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny.

		    
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		There was an Old Person of Ischia,
		Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
		He danced hornpipes and jigs,
		And ate thousands of figs,
		That lively Old Person of Ischia.

		    
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		There was an Old Man in a boat,
		Who said, 'I'm afloat, I'm afloat!
		When they said, 'No! you ain't!
		He was ready to faint,
		That unhappy Old Man in a boat.

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		There was a Young Lady of Portugal,
		Whose ideas were excessively nautical;
		She climbed up a tree,
		To examine the sea,
		But declared she would never leave Portugal.

		   
		     
		     
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		There was an Old Man of Moldavia,
		Who had the most curious behaviour;
		For while he was able,
		He slept on a table,
		That funny Old Man of Moldavia.

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		There was an Old Man of Madras,
		Who rode on a cream-coloured ass;
		But the length of its ears
		So promoted his fears,
		That it killed that Old Man of Madras.

		   
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		There was an Old Person of Leeds,
		Whose head was infested with beads;
		She sat on a stool,
		And ate gooseberry fool,
		Which agreed with that Person of Leeds.

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		There was an Old Man of Peru,
		Who never knew what he should do;
		So he tore off his hair,
		And behaved like a bear,
		That intrinsic Old Man of Peru.

		   
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		There was an Old Person of Hurst,
		Who drank when he was not athirst;
		When they said, 'You'll grow fatter,
		He answered, 'What matter?
		That globular Person of Hurst.

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		There was a Young Person of Crete,
		Whose toilette was far from complete;
		She dressed in a sack,
		Spickle-speckled with black,
		That ombliferous Person of Crete.

		    
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		There was an Old Man of the Isles,
		Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
		He sang high dum diddle,
		And played on the fiddle,
		That amiable Man of the Isles.

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		There was an Old Person of Buda,
		Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder;
		Till at last, with a hammer,
		They silenced his clamour,
		By smashing that Person of Buda.

		    
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		There was an Old Man of Columbia,
		Who was thirsty, and called out for some beer;
		But they brought it quite hot,
		In a small copper pot,
		Which disgusted that Man of Columbia.

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		There was a Young Lady of Dorking,
		Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
		But its colour and size
		So bedazzled her eyes,
		That she very soon went back to Dorking.

		   
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		There was an Old Man who supposed
		That the street door was partially closed;
		But some very large Rats
		Ate his coats and his hats,
		While that futile Old Gentleman dozed.

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		There was an Old Man of the West,
		Who wore a pale plum-coloured vest;
		When they said, 'Does it fit?
		He replied, 'Not a bit!
		That uneasy Old Man of the West.

		   
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		There was an Old Man of the Wrekin,
		Whose shoes made a horrible creaking;
		But they said, 'Tell us whether
		Your shoes are of leather,
		Or of what, you Old Man of the Wrekin?

		   
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		There was a Young Lady whose eyes
		Were unique as to colour and size;
		When she opened them wide,
		People all turned aside,
		And started away in surprise.

		   
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		There was a Young Lady of Norway,
		Who casually sat in 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 Vienna,
		Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
		When that did not agree,
		He took Camomile Tea,
		That nasty Old Man of Vienna.

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		There was an Old Person whose habits
		Induced him to feed upon Rabbits;
		When he'd eaten eighteen,
		He turned perfectly green,
		Upon which he relinquished those habits.

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		There was an Old Person of Dover,
		Who rushed through a field of blue Clover;
		But some very large bees
		Stung his nose and his knees,
		So he very soon went back to Dover.

		   
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		There was an Old Man of Marseilles,
		Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils;
		They caught several Fish,
		Which they put in a dish,
		And sent to their Pa' at Marseilles.

		    
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		There was an Old Person of Cadiz,
		Who was always polite to all ladies;
		But in handing his daughter,
		He fell into the water,
		Which drowned that Old Person of Cadiz.

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		There was an Old Person of Basing,
		Whose presence of mind was amazing;
		He purchased a steed,
		Which he rode at full speed,
		And escaped from the people of Basing.

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		There was an Old Man of Quebec,
		A beetle ran over his neck;
		But he cried, 'With a needle,
		I'll slay you, O beadle!
		That angry Old Man of Quebec.

		    
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		There was an Old Person of Philae,
		Whose conduct was scroobious and wily;
		He rushed up a Palm,
		When the weather was calm,
		And observed all the ruins of Philae.

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		There was a Young Lady of Bute,
		Who played on a silver-gilt flute;
		She played several jigs,
		To her uncle's white pigs,
		That amusing Young Lady of Bute.

		   
		     
		   
		   
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		There was a Young Lady whose nose
		Was so long that it reached to her toes;
		So she hired an Old Lady,
		Whose conduct was steady,
		To carry that wonderful nose.

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		There was a Young Lady of Turkey,
		Who wept when the weather was murky;
		When the day turned out fine,
		She ceased to repine,
		That capricious Young Lady of Turkey.

		    
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		There was an Old Man of Apulia,
		Whose conduct was very peculiar;
		He fed twenty sons
		Upon nothing but buns,
		That whimsical Man of Apulia.

		   
		   
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		There was an Old Man with a poker,
		Who painted his face with red oker;
		When they said, 'You're a Guy!
		He made no reply,
		But knocked them all down with his poker.

		    
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		There was an Old Person of Prague,
		Who 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 the North,
		Who fell into a basin of broth;
		But a laudable cook
		Fished him out with a hook,
		Which saved that Old Man of the North.

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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 Young Lady of Poole.

		   
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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 well from the cold.

		    
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		There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
		From his horse had a terrible fall;
		But, though split quite in two,
		With some very strong glue
		They mended that Man of Nepaul.

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		There was an Old Man of th' Abruzzi,
		So blind that he couldn't his foot see;
		When they said, 'That's your toe,
		He replied, 'Is it so?
		That doubtful Old Man of th' Abruzzi.

		    
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		There was an Old Person of Rhodes,
		Who strongly objected to toads;
		He paid several cousins
		To catch them by dozens,
		That futile Old Person of Rhodes.

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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
		That unfortunate Man of Peru.

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		There was an Old Man of Melrose,
		Who walked on the tips of his toes;
		But they said, 'It ain't pleasant
		To see you at present,
		You stupid Old Man of Melrose.

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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 embarrassed the people of Lucca.

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		There was an Old Man of Bohemia,
		Whose daughter was christened Euphemia;
		But one day, to his grief,
		She married a thief,
		Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.

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		There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,
		Who studied the works of Vitruvius;
		When the flames burnt his book,
		To drinking he took,
		That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.

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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;
		Whereon, by a thorn
		Her dress being torn,
		She quickly became melancholy.

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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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		There was an Old Man of the South,
		Who had an immoderate mouth;
		But in swallowing a dish,
		That was quite full of fish,
		He was choked, that Old Man of the South.

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		There was an Old Man of the Nile,
		Who sharpened his nails with a file,
		Till he cut off his thumbs,
		And said calmly, 'This comes
		Of sharpening one's nails with a file!

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		There was an Old Person of Rheims,
		Who was troubled with horrible dreams;
		So, to keep him awake,
		They fed him on cake,
		Which amused that Old Person of Rheims.

		   
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		There was an Old Person of Cromer,
		Who stood on one leg to read Homer;
		When he found he grew stiff,
		He jumped over the cliff,
		Which concluded that Person of Cromer.

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		There was an Old Person of Troy,
		Whose drink was warm brandy and soy,
		Which he took with a spoon,
		By the light of the moon,
		In sight of the city of Troy.

		    
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		There was an Old Man of the Dee,
		Who was sadly annoyed by a flea;
		When he said, 'I will scratch it,
		They gave him a hatchet,
		Which grieved that Old Man of the Dee.

		    
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		There was an Old Man of Dundee,
		Who frequented the top of a tree;
		When disturbed by the crows,
		He abruptly arose,
		And exclaimed, 'I'll return to Dundee.

		   
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		There was an Old Person of Tring,
		Who embellished his nose with a ring;
		He gazed at the moon
		Every evening in June,
		That ecstatic Old Person in Tring.

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		There was an Old Man on some rocks,
		Who shut his wife up in a box;
		When she said, 'Let me out!
		He exclaimed, 'Without doubt,
		You will pass all your life in that box.

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		There was an Old Man of Coblenz,
		The length of whose legs was immense;
		He went with one prance
		From Turkey to France,
		That surprising Old Man of Coblenz.

		   
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		There was an Old Man of Calcutta,
		Who perpetually ate bread and butter;
		Till a great bit of muffin,
		On which he was stuffing,
		Choked that horrid Old Man of Calcutta.

		   
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		There was an Old Man in a pew,
		Whose waistcoat was spotted with blue;




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