Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time He's a cat who has lived many lives in succession He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme A long while before Queen Victoria's accession Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives And more I am tempted to say ninety-nine And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives And the village is proud of him in his decline At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall The oldest inhabitant croaks Well, of all things, can it be really? Yes, no, ho-hi-oh, my eye My mind may be wandering, but I confess I believe it is old Deuteronomy Old Deuteronomy sits in the street He sits in the high street on market day The Bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away The cars and the lorries run over the curb And the villagers put up a notice "Road closed" So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed The digestive repose of that felines gastronomy Must never be broken whatever may befall The oldest inhabitant croaks Well, of all things, can it be really? Yes, no, ho-hi-oh, my eye my mind may be wandering, but I confess i believe it is old Deuteronomy Well, of all things, can it be really? Yes no ho hi oh, my eye My legs may be tottery, I must go slow And be careful of old Deuteronomy