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 His father then the pipe would hear,
 * and Jack reply'd you shall;

The fryar he did quake for fear,
 * and wrugwrung [sic] his hands withall.

He cry'd, and then his eyes did weep,
 * that word kills me almost;

Yet if you needs must hear the pipe,
 * then bind me to a post.

Now in the middle of the hall,
 * a stout pillar was there,

And least this precious saint might fall
 * they bound him fast with care

All laughed to see the fryar stand,
 * yet Jack did little say,

But took his pleasant pipe in hand,
 * a merry drain to play.

No sooner did they hear the sound,
 * but they began to spring,

Making the very stools rebound,
 * the hall with mirth did ring,

Nay, some of them so high did hop,
 * without the least regard;

That they against the cieling top,
 * did hit their heads full hard.

Some hit their nose, some their chins,
 * striving to caper higher;

Some o'er the tabe broke their shins,
 * some tumbled in the fire.

The 'Squire he was pleas'd at heart,
 * he lik'd the merry jest,

And in the dancing bore a part,
 * as well as all the rest

The wife danc'd on the squire's back
 * and to increase the sport.

Whene'er she cast her eyes on Jack,
 * her bum gave loud report.

The fryar he came almost dead,
 * whilst others danc'd their fill,