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. [Illustration] 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. [Illustration] 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!” [Illustration] 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. [Illustration] 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. [Illustration] Glasgow Printed at the University Press by Robert MacLehose & Co. Ltd. Transcriber's Notes: On page 72, ‘'Who behaved like a regular baby’ has been changed to ‘Who behaved like a regular gaby’, to conform with limarick practice.