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.
More verses by Edward Lear
- Limerick:There Was An Old Man With A Beard
- The Two Old Bachelors
- Limerick: There Was An Old Man Of Kilkenny
- Mrs Jaypher
- Limerick: There Was A Young Lady Of Turkey