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Оглавление - A littel book of nonsence
Randall Davies
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I
There was a young fellow of Kansas
Who couldn’t remember the Lancers; When they’d got half way through He’d forget what to do,
Which flummoxed the rest of the dancers
II
There was an old man of Sheerness, Who invited a friend to play chess; But he’d lent all the pieces To one of his nieces, And stupidly lost her address
III
There was an old fellow of Trent, Who sold little boxes of scent; But they said to him «Smell them Yourself ere you sell them!» Which made him feel far from content
IV
There was an old fellow called Cox, Who tried to jump over the rocks; But they said «Poor old feller, He has come a smeller, And look at the holes in his socks!»
V
There was a young fellow of Treves, Who met with a watery grave; There was nobody nigh To attend to his cry As he sank ’neath the swallowing wave
VI
There was a young fellow of Cadiz, Who said «What a blessing Free Trade is; But it’s not my ambition To turn politician — So let’s go and talk to these ladies.»
VII
There was a young man of Athlone, Who was trying to ride like Tod Sloan; But a brute of a bee So bewildered his gee That he hardly escaped being thrown
VIII
There was a young fellow of Brill, Who supported the Parliament Bill; But he’d larger ideas For reforming the Peers, And suggested a better way still
IX
There was an old fellow of Derry, Who loved to see every one merry; So he asked them to tea At a mulberry tree, And gave them some excellent sherry
X
There was a young fellow of Sark Who wandered about in the Park When the constable said He’d be better in bed He replied «I’m afraid of the dark.»
XI
There was a young fellow of Sherborne, Who would go to church in a turban; When they put him outside He politely replied That he thought their ideas were suburban
XII
There was an old fellow of Reading, Who went to his granddaughter’s wedding; When they asked for a present He tried to look pleasant, But said «This is what I was dreading.»
XIII
There was a young housemaid at Ashdown, Who strained herself pulling the sash down; Being duly insured, She was months being cured, But the doctor insisted on cash down
XIV
There was an old girl of Carstairs, Whose villa required some repairs; When she asked if the plumber Could finish next summer, He said he should be there for years
XV
There was a young lady of Bude, Who frequently painted the nude; So that some of her pictures Invited the strictures Of many an ignorant prude
XVI
There was an old man of Baroda, Who said, «I perceive a bad odour»; When they said, «Is it faint?» He replied, «No, it ain’t,» So they fetched him a whiskey and soda
XVII
There was a young fellow of Biscay, Who gave all his horses some whiskey; Which resulted in some Being quite overcome, And others decidedly frisky
XVIII
There was an old fellow of Shere, Who wanted to act Chanticler; To say that his dress Was a brilliant success Would be saying as much as we dare
XIX
There was an old man of Shoreditch, Whose motto was «Down with the rich,» But the mounted police In the interests of peace, Succeeded in queering his pitch
XX
There was a young man of Dunblane, Who was seized with a horrible pain; When his wife asked him «Where?» He replied «Somewhere here; I must never touch muffins again.»
XXI
There was a young man of New Cross, Who rode a most marvellous horse; As it couldn’t be matched, All the others were scratched, And he simply walked over the course
XXII
There was a young fellow of Belvoir, Who in Love was a stern disbeliever; But on going to the Castle To take them a parcel, He caught the insidious fever
XXII
There was an old man of St. Abbs Who wanted to buy a few crabs; His annoyance was great When they offered him skate, And turbot, and haddocks and dabs
XXIII
There was a young man of Lepanto, Who started to teach Esperanto; But they said, «It’s too much, We would sooner learn Dutch,» And told him to pack his portmanteau
XXIV
There was a young lady called Mabel, Who hated a room with a gable; If there wasn’t another She said, «Oh don’t bother, I’ll sleep on the dining-room table.»
XXV
There was an old lady named Bonamy, Who lectured them all on astronomy; But they said, «It’s a bore, We have heard this before, You should stick to domestic economy.»
XXVI
There was a young man of Strathpeffer, Whose uncle grew deafer and deafer; When he asked after Mary, He thought he said «dairy,» And said, «She’s a beautiful heifer.»
XXVII
There was a young lady of Rome
Who got lost in the great Catacomb At the end of the week She was found by a Greek
Who insisted on seeing her home
XXVIII
There was an old man of the Wye, Who said, «I could sit down and cry; When the fish are all biting, This d — —d little whiting Has swallowed my favourite fly.»
XXIX
There was a young man who said
XXX
There was an old man of Montrose
Who discouraged his granddaughter’s beaux When she asked them to call He said nothing at all
Or caught them a whack on the nose
XXXI
There was an old fellow of Tweeddale, Who played on the flute and the fiddle; But he made such a din That the neighbours came in, And made him leave off in the middle
XXXII
There was a young man of Spithead, Who never could get enough bread; Till he married a wife, Who restored him to life, For she made it herself — so she said
XXXIII
There was a young lady of Garth, Who was just getting into the bath, When her mother said, «Nelly, You must eat this jelly, You’re getting as thin as a lath.»
XXXIV
There was a young damsel of Ore, Who tickled a fool with a straw; Quoth the fool, «How it tickles, I can’t eat my victuals, Oh, don’t make me laugh any more!»
XXXV
There was a young fellow of Raby, Who behaved like a regular gaby; When he went to the castle, To call for a parcel, He wanted to dandle the baby
XXXVI
There was a young man of Belgrade, Who used to catch fish with a spade; When he’d caught three or four, He would fling them ashore, Where he fried them in warm lemonade
XXXVII
There was a young fellow of Hawarden, Who entreated his visitors’ pardon; The boiler had cracked, As a matter of fact, So he brought them some lunch in the garden
XXXVIII
There was an old fellow of Lee, Who hid himself under a tree; But when winter came round He was easily found, For the leaves had come off — don’t you see?
XXXIX
There was an old lady of Lee, Who thought that her Chow had a flea; She was so much afraid, That she rang for her maid, But the butler said, «Leave it to me.»
XL
There was a young sportsman, whose trouble
Was constantly seeing things double His dog and his ape Took a duplicate shape
And he noticed the same with the stubble
XLI
There was an old man (of great age), Whose daughters were both on the stage; To the one who was Scotch He presented his watch — To the other a beautiful cage
XLII
There was an old knight of New Cross, Who was riding a troublesome horse; But he said, «If he rears, I shall just box his ears, Though I’d rather use kindness than force.»
XLIII
There was a young man of Southall, Who went to a fancy dress ball; Information we lack As to how he got back — Or whether he got back at all
XLIV
There was an old fellow of Leek, Who believed in compulsory Greek; As from being at college He’d no other knowledge, The reason was not far to seek
XLV
There was a young man of Belgrade, And this was a drawing he made; People called it absurd, Though the critics averred That he must have been taught at the Slade
XLVI
There was a young lady of Sfax, Who purchased some promising hacks; But when riding astraddle Without any saddle, She frequently fell off their backs
XLVII
There was an old lady of Nice, Whose house was a haven of peace; Till they all got so warm Over Tariff Reform, That they had to call in the police
XLVIII
There was a young fellow of Sheen, Who was trying to reach Gretna Green; But he saw with impatience That all his relations Were trying to be first on the scene
XLIX
There was an old man of the coast, Whose wife was as deaf as a post; Unaware of his tread As he staggered to bed, Or the groans of the family ghost
L
There was a young fellow of Pisa, Whose wife was descended from Caesar; The shape of his feet Made her joy incomplete — But she valued his efforts to please her
LI
There was an old fellow of Sheen
Who was hired to read to the Queen But she told him to stop When he got to the top
Of page ninety in chapter sixteen
LII
There was a young lady of Shere, Who was loved by an indigent Peer, But she sacrificed rank To a share in a Bank — About 35,000 a year
LIII
There was a young lady called Pippa
Who wanted to play hunt the Slipper But she said she’d prefer Their removing the spur
For fear that the rowel might nip her
LIV
There was a young man of Seattle
Whose brothers were killed in a battle He feelingly said, «It’s a pity they’re dead —
But I shall inherit their cattle.»
LV
There was an old fellow of Quorn, Who borrowed some dogs and a horn; Though he hadn’t a nag He got hold of a stag, And chased it all over the lawn
LVI
The Lord Chamberlain, once, on a day, Was requested to license a play; But he said, «If it’s clever, My answer is Never!» And told them to take it away
LVII
There was an old fellow of Parma, Who purchased a new suit of armour; When they said, «Does it fit?» He replied, «Not a bit — Pray leave me until I am calmer!»
LVIII
There was a young lady whose bonnet Had many remarks passed upon it; But she answered them, «Rats! — If you want to see hats Look at these of my brothers’ — they’re chronic!»
LIX
See here how the damsels of Spiers, Await the return of their Squires; At the long-looked-for hour They wave from the tower, And light all the drawing-room fires
LX
There was a young man with a yacht, Who said, «Whether you love me or not, You can hardly refuse Just to come for a cruise»; But she fainted away on the spot
LXI
There was an old man of the rocks, Who never could find any socks; So he put on his shoes And his second-best blouse, And danced a quadrille with a fox
LXII
There was a young lady of Annan
Whose father-in-law was a Canon For artistic research
And consorted with Ricketts and Shannon
LXIII
There was a young man of Newport, Who was tried for a jester at Court; But he frankly confessed, After doing his best, It was more of a job than he thought
LXIV
There was a young man of St. Gatien, Who strongly believed in cremation; And few could find fault With a family vault That contained every single relation
LXV
There was a young fellow of Horta
Who saw something strange in the water Preparing to dive He cried, «Bake me alive
If it isn’t the Coastguardsman’s daughter!»
LXVI
There was an old man of Peru, Who took both his boys to the Zoo
But when some silly goose Let the animals loose
He didn’t quite know what to do.
LXVII
There was an old man with a flute, A serpent ran into whose boot; He played day and night, But it didn’t take flight, So he finally went for the brute
LXVIII
There was a young fellow of Hawarden, Who was practising golf in the garden; But he said, «If this fly, Doesn’t instantly die, I’m sure I shall never beat Vardon.»
LXIX
There was a young student of John’s
Who always made friends with the dons He would ask them to dine Or to biscuits and wine
With a dish of most excellent scones
LXX
There was a young fellow of Sparta, Whose wife was a regular tartar; When his apathy shocked her She went for the doctor, And said, «He pretends he’s a martyr.»
LXXI
There was a young man of Algiers, Whose dog had been savage for years; So he bought him a roll (Which the brute swallowed whole), And then gave him a box on the ears
LXXII
There was an old fellow of Tooting, Whose favourite amusement was shooting; When he wounded a bear, And took aim at a hare, They thought it was time to be scooting
LXXIII
There was a young fellow of Clewer, Who was trying the open-air cure; When they said, «Are you snug?» He said, «Bring me a rug — It’s really too much to endure!»
LXXIV
There was a young man who’d a pup, Which he trained for the Waterloo Cup; But though healthy and sound, It would lie on the ground, And firmly refuse to get up.
LXXV
There was a young fellow of Pannal
Who rowed himself over the channel When they said, «You’ve no hat,» He replied, «What of that?»
And wrapped up his head in a flannel