Edward Lear

(12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888 / London / England)

Limerick: The was a Young Lady of Bute


The 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.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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