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12 Saying I’ll do the beſt I can,

to plague them all this night;

His pipes he ſtraight began to play,

the crowders they did dance;

The tradeſmen too, as faſt as they,

did caper, ſkip and prance.

Still he play’d up a merry ſtrain,

on his pipes loud and ſhrill,

So they danc’d and jump’d amain,

tho'fore againſt their will.

Said they, This is enchanted ground,

for though no ſoul we ſee,

Yet ſtill the muſic’s pleaſant ſound,

makes us dance veh’mently.

Jack Horner danc’d and piping went,

ſtraight down into the hollow,