 You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll, read for LibriVox.org, by Christine Blashford. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right?" In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I am perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, I kept all my limbs very supple. By the youth of this ointment, one shilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suit, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll. Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. July 21st in Brampton, Ontario. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think, at your age, it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I am perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, I kept all my limbs very supple, by the use of this ointment, one showing a box. Allow me to sell you a couple? You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet, yet you finished the goose with the bones in the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, when would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll. Read, for LibberVox.org, by Esther. Ducktape guy. And rose 264, Ducktape guy's daughter. You are old, Father William. The young man said. And your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth. As I mentioned before, and you have grown most, I'm commonly fat, yet you turn a black summer self in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks. I kept all my limbs very supple by the use of this ointment, one shilling of balls. Allow me to tell you a couple. You are old, said the youth. And your jaws are too weak for anything covered in suites. Yet you finish the goose with bones and a beat. Pray, how do you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father. I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth. One would hardly suppose that your eyes were as steady as ever. Yet you balanced them, you know, on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough. Said his father. Don't give yourself errors. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, father William by Lewis Carroll. Read for LibriVox.org by Eric J. Sulkowski. You are old, father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white. And yet you insistently stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain. But now that I am perfectly sure I have none, why I'll do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before. And you have grown most uncommonly fat. Yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, I kept all my limbs very supple. By the use of this ointment, when chilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet. Yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, and argued each case with my wife. And the muscular strength, which I gave to my jaw, has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose your eye was as steady as ever. Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Louis Carroll, read for Librox.org by Iswa, in Belgium, in July 2008. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white. And yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain. But now that I am perfectly sure I have none, why, I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have drawn most uncommonly fat. Yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, I kept all my limbs very supple by the use of this ointment, one chilling a box. Allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than soot. Yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever. Yet you balanced a kneel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself as. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Right. In my youth, father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why do it again and again? You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat. Yet you turned a backsome assault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said this age, as he shook his gray locks, I kept all my limbs very supple by the use of this ointment, one chilling a box. Allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than soot. Yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever. Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose, what made you so awfully clever. I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself ass. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. And this recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lois Carroll, read for LibriVox.org by Jane Green-Smith of JaneGS.com. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think, at your age, it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door, pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, I kept all my limbs very supple. By the use of this ointment, one shilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak, pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose, what made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself errors. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll, read for LibriVox.org by Jacinta Etienne on Sunday 27th July 2008 in Milton Keynes, England. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William, replied to his son, I feel it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why? I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you've grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned the back somersault in at the door, pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, I kept all my limbs very supple, by the use of disointment one should in a box. Allow me to sell you a couple? You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than sew it, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak, pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I talked with the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an ear on the end of your nose, what made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions and that is enough, said his father, don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll. Read for Libberbox.org by Jennifer Stearns. July 26, 2008, Concord, New Hampshire. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, so the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, I kept on my limbs very simple. By the use of this ointment, one shilling a box, allowed me to sell you a couple. You are old, so the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw had lasted the rest of my life. You are old, so the youth, but would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough. Said his father, don't give yourself errors. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I am perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, I kept all my limbs very supple by the use of this ointment, one shilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet, yet you finished the goose with the bones in the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose, what made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father, don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William, replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why, I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, I kept all my limbs very supple by the use of this ointment, one shilling a box. Allow me to sell you a couple? You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain. But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, I kept all my limbs very supple. By the use of this ointment, one shilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple? You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suit, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll. Read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, I kept all my limbs very supple, by the use of this ointment, one shilling a box. Allow me to sell you a couple? You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll, read for LibriVox.org, by Ruth Golding. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I am perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, I kept all my limbs very supple, by the use of this ointment, one shilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak, pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs." End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll, read for LibraVox.org by Rachel Linton, Bristol, UK. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why, I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, I kept all my limbs very supple by the use of this ointment, one shilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet, yet you finish the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muskiness strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll. Read for LibriVox.org by Ross Clement. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why, I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? Er, my youth, said the sage, as he shook his gray locks. I kept all my limbs very supple, by the use of this ointment, when shilling a box. Allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than sew it, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? Er, my youth, said his father, I talked to the law, and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, when would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough. Said his father, don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll, read for LibraVox.org by Secrets. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white. And yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I am perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again. You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most uncommonly fat, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray, what is the reason for that? In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, I kept all my limbs very supple. By the use of this ointment, one chilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than sew it, yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. Pray, how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balanced an eel. On the end of your nose, what made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off or I'll kick you downstairs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. You are old, Father William, by Lewis Carroll, read for LibriVox.org, by Vera and Neil. You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head. Do you think at your age, it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his son, I fear it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and again? You are old, said the youth, as I mentioned before, and you have grown most in commonly fact, yet you turn them back some assort, and at the door, pray for us reason for that. In my youth, said the sage, as he shoved his grey locks, I kept all my limbs very supple, but the use of this on end, one chilling abox, allow me to sell you a couple? You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tougher than sweat, yet you finish the goose with a bones and a beak, pray how did you manage to do it? In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever, yet you balance an eel on the end of your nose, what made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, said his father. Don't give yourself ass, do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you.