Чистый nonsense (сборник)

There was an Old Man of Aosta,
Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her;
But they said, 'Don't you see
She has rushed up a tree?
You invidious Old Man of Aosta!

Был покинут старик из Аосты
Коровёнкой своей вертихвостой;
Все кричат: «Старина!
Ведь на древе она!
Иль не видишь, нахал из Аосты!»

There was an Old Man, on whose nose
Most birds of the air could repose;
But they all flew away
At the closing of day,
Which relieved that Old Man and his nose.

На носу старика-долгоноста
Помещалось легко пташек до ста;
Но когда эти стаи
На ночлег улетали,
Облегченье испытывал нос-то.

There was a Young Lady of Clare,
Who was sadly pursued by a Bear;
When she found she was tired,
She abruptly expired,
That unfortunate Lady of Clare.

Убегала девица из Клeра
От медведя большого размера;
Испытала усталость
И внезапно скончалась
Разнесчастная дева из Клeра.

There was an Old Man of Kildare,
Who climbed into a very high chair;
When he said, 'Here I stays
Till the end of my days,
That immovable Man of Kildare.

Говорил старичок из Килдера,
Сидя в кресле высотном сверх меры:
«Не покину сей трон
До скончанья времён!»
Недвижимый старик из Килдера.

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.

Был один старичок из Нью-Йорка;
Он пырнул себя вилкой, но горько
Там никто не рыдал,
Хоть тотчас дуба дал
Тот чудной старичок из Нью-Йорка.

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.

Жил-был старый моряк, житель Комптона,
О скалу его судно раскокано;
А удар был такой —
Повредился башкой
Тот моряк небывалый из Комптона.

Nonsense Songs, Stories, Botany, and Alphabets, 1871 Бестолковые песни, истории, ботаника и азбуки, 1871

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

I

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!

II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows;
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III