A version I remember from my distant chilhood:
There was an old woman of 92
Parlez-vous
There was an old woman of 92
Parlez-vous
There was an old woman of 92
Did a fart and away it flew
Inky pinky parlez-vous
The fart went rolling down the street
Knocked a copper off his feet
The copper got out his rusty pistol
Blew the fart right on to Bristol
The people of Bristol were having a dance
The fart went rolling on to France
The people of France were not at home
The fart went rolling on to Rome
Then it ended with a spoken bit about what the fart did (to the Pope??), but I can't remember it properly
Wassail! V