Poem by Edward Lear

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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. 

1. There was an Old Person of Leeds
2. There was an Old Man with a gong
3. There was an Old Man of the Isles
4. There was an Old Person of Ischia
5. There was an Old Man in a boat

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