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 As soon as next morning
 * Dawn was grey,

The pot on the hob
 * Was simmering away;

And all in a stew
 * And a hugger-mugger

Towser and Jill
 * A-boiling of sugar,

And the dark clear fruit
 * That from Faërie came,

For syrup and jelly
 * And blackberry jam.

Twelve jolly gallipots
 * Jill put by;

And one little teeny one,
 * One inch high;

And that she's hidden
 * A good thumb deep,

Half way over
 * From Wicking to Weep.