An Old LadyG. BachlundThere was an Old Lady whose follyInduced her to sit in a holly;Whereupon, by a thornHer dress being torn,She quickly became melancholy.
← LibraryG. Bachlund · songAn Old LadySong 3 of 3lyrics: Edward LearAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongAn Old Ladylyrics: Edward LearThereðˈeəwaswˈɒzanˈɐnOldˈəʊldLadylˈeɪdiwhosehˈuːzfollyfˈɒliInducedɪndjˈuːstherhˈɜːtotˈuːsitsˈɪtinˈɪnaeɪ̯hollyhˈɒli;Whereuponwˈeəɹəpˌɒn,bybˈaɪaeɪ̯thornθˈɔːnHerhˈɜːdressdɹˈɛsbeingbˈiːɪŋtorntˈɔːn,Sheʃˈiːquicklykwˈɪklibecamebɪkˈeɪmmelancholymˈɛlənkˌɒli.