There was an Old Man of Kildare,

Who climbed into a very old chair;

When he said, — "Here I stays, —

till the end of my days,"

That immovable Man of Kildare.

There was an Old Man of New York,

Who murdered himself with a fork (убил себя вилкой);

But nobody cried (никто не плакал)

Though he very soon died (хотя он очень скоро умер), –

For that silly (из-за того глупого) Old Man of New York.

There was an Old Man of New York,

Who murdered himself with a fork;

But nobody cried

Though he very soon died, —

For that silly Old Man of New York.

There was an Old Sailor (матрос) of Compton,

Whose vessel a rock it once bump'd on (чье судно на гору однажды наскочило);

The shock was so great (удар был так велик),

That it damaged the pate (что он повредил башку, макушку),

Of that singular (того «единственного» = странного, необычного) Sailor of Compton.

There was an Old Sailor of Compton,

Whose vessel a rock it once bump'd on;

The shock was so great,

That it damaged the pate,

Of that singular Sailor of Compton.