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With that they went into the place,
where they the truth ſoon found,
For he beheld with great diſgrace,
the butter-milk upon the ground.
Now fie upon ill luck, ſaid he,
my beſt days now are ſpent,
But ſince it will no better be,
we muſt be both content.
His wife then took him by the hand,
and led him without ſorrow,
Yet little did he underſtand
what paſſed on the morrow.
Jack ſat him down juſt by the fire,
his frozen bones to warm,
And pull’d his ſtool nigher and nigher,
not thinking any harm.
But he ſo near the fire came,
and creeped down ſo low,
That he did fall into the fire,
and knew not what to do.
But he got up again with ſpeed,
and he was burnt full ſore,
It was for want of takin heed,
that he fell down before.
To make a poſſet then his wife
did uſe her utmoſt ſkill,
But he was weary of his life,
for he was very ill.
No ſooner was the poſſet made,
but the old man knocks in haſte,
Alas! ſaid he, we are betray’d,
