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that he could hardly go.
Both shoulders, arms and head,
he bit in ſuch a ſort,
That he could hardly go,
he did not like the ſport.
At laſt the dog did come to know
it was his maſter's ſon,
And was content to let him go,
ſo thus the war was done.
Into the hog-ſtie then he creeps,
and curſed ill bred dogs,
And there he ſits him down to weep,
amongſt the churliſh hogs.
His wife came then down in haſte,
and down the butter milk lays,
But little did ſhe know what paſt,
unſeen ſhe goes her ways.
It was covered with a white clean cloth,
upon the dunghill then,
And tho’ ’twas but cold broth,
’twould ſerve a hungry man.
Jack wonder’d that ſhe ſtaid ſo long,
being vex’d with cold and pain,
Did think that he had double wrong,
and ſorely did complain.
Alas! fair Jack, now I muſt die,
with under ſore amain,
For why he knew not certainly,
that ſhe was come and gone.
Jack looked out at laſt in fear,
and there perceive he might,
