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Tho’ he was round beſet with woe,
and ſorrow all the while.
Said ſhe, ſtrike both your hands againſt
ſome poſt here in the room
And break the line pots if you can,
that you to bed may come.
The old man wore a white сар,
his head hung o’er the bed
With the pots he gave him ſuch a rap,
as almoſt ſtruck him dead.
He gueſs’d his head had been a poſt,
the old man loud did cry
Jack naked ran away in haſte,
intended for to fly.
Quoth Jack, and if my father die,
his head being ſorely bang’d,
If I be taken, ſurely I
ſhall without doubt be hang’d.
I’ll ſaddle me a horſe moſt brave,
and then away I’ll ride,
So by this means my life I’ll ſave,
for hear I’ll not abide.
But he miſtook the ſtable,
and went into the cow-houſe,
To ſtand I am not able,
for laughing at the gooſe.
In he comes, and up he ſtrides,
upon a mighty bull.
And fiercely up and down he rides
upon the horned mule
The great white maſtiff seeing this,
