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8 For ſtanding faſt upon his feet,

he fought with might and main.

He was but thirteen inches high,

and ſhe full ſix times more,

Yet by his ingenuity,

he brought her to the floor.

For underneath her coats he got,

where he did ſtraightway ſeize

With both his hands her beauty ſpot,

and bit her by the knees,

His teeth were ſharp to that ſhe bled,

he would not mind her cries;

So that ſhe piſt upon his head,

and put out both his eyes:

But ſtill Jack Horner kept his hold,

and would not let her go:

When ſhe did rave, and roar and ſcold,

but could not ſtrike one blow.

So cruel hard he made her roar,

ſhe cry’d Let me alone,

And I will ne’er offend thee more.

Jack, while my name is Joanː

Why then, ſaid Jack, if it be ſo,

that you’ll not me offend,

I will this minute let you go,

and ſo the fray did end.