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 Against the pillar bang'd his head,
 * for he could not stand still.

His ragged flesh the ropes did tear;
 * and likewise from his crown,

With many bangs and bruses there
 * the blood ran tricking down

Into the street Jack piping went,
 * and they came dancing after

And tho' with labour almost spent,
 * this fill'd the town with laughter

And also every neighbour round,
 * came dancing out of door,

For such a sweet and pleasant sound
 * they never heard before.

With very haste some did break locks,
 * that pleasure to pursue,

Some in their shirts and some in smocks,
 * this was a jovial crew.

There did they caper in the street,
 * come lame that could not go;

Did dance upon their hands and feet,
 * and joggling to and fro.

Quoth Jack, I'll lay my pipe aside
 * dear father if you please,

I pray thee do, sweet son, he cry'd,
 * and let us take our ease.

Now have I seen a jovial crew,
 * I speak it to thy praise,

Such mirth as this I never knew,
 * before in all my days.

The fryar he broke loose and came,
 * just as the dance was done,

And tho' his limbs were almost lame,
 * unto the boy he run

And said, for all your witchcraft here,
 * and vain delightful sport,

I summons you to appear,
 * in our religious court