There was an Old Person of Skye,
Who waltz'd with a Bluebottle fly;
They buzz'd a sweet tune, to the light of the moon,
And entranced all the people of Skye.

There was an Old Person of Shoreham,
Whose habits were marked by decorum;
He bought an umbrella, and sat in the cellar,
Which pleased all the people of Shoreham.

There was an Old Person of Harrow,
Who bought a mahogany barrow;
For he said to his wife, " You're the joy of my life!
And I'll wheel you all day in this barrow!"

There was an Old Person of Grange,
Whose manners were scroobious and strange;
He sailed to St. Blubb, in a waterproof tub,
That aquatic Old Person of Grange.

There was an Old Person of Ewell,
Who chiefly subsisted on gruel;
But to make it more nice, he inserted some mice,
Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.

Hast thou but faith thou shalt the mountain bid
Remove and it shall walk nor longer stand
Thy weakness to resist and nobly chid
Its giant heights shall nod at thy command
Be strong the word but tries thine infant might
And soon thy stature shall resist my rod
Be sober and in wisdom much delight
And thou shalt then be called a child of God
Hasten the way before thee yet extends
Far on where yet thou little dreamst to go
Be wise and seek in me who knows its ends
And you no more shall wander to and fro
But onward run till you the race have won

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.

Blessed are they that mourn my life is theirs
The life I led on earth they too shall lead
Its joy and sorrows and its weight of cares
Shall all be theirs for in my name they bleed
Happy their lot for so I bid them grow
And finish here the work my Father gave
And when the weary day its end shall know
They shall through me rejoice them o'er the grave
Happy their death for they shall live again
When I in triumph come to claim the few
Who in my name the cross within have worn
And by their toils have found me just and true

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.

There was an Old Person of Brussels,
Who lived upon Brandy and Mussels;
When he rushed through the town, he knocked most people down,
Which distressed all the people of Brussels.