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Poems about Limerick
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There was a Young Lady of Welling,
Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
There was an Old Man who said, 'How
Shall I flee from that horrible cow?
There was an Old Man of the Dee,
Who was sadly annoyed by a flea;
There was an Old Person from Gretna,
Who rushed down the crater of Etna;
There was an Old Person of Tartary,
Who divided his jugular artery;
There was a Young Lady of Wales,
Who caught a large fish without scales;
There was an Old Man of Whitehaven,
Who danced a quadrille with a raven;
There was an Old Man of Calcutta,
Who perpetually ate bread and butter,
There was an Old Person of Chester,
Whom several small children did pester;
I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes,
For that's where my intellect shows.
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