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 Was forc'd to dance and trump about,
 * like any thunder crack;

Which vex'd his mother to the heart,
 * and the old Fryar too;

But Jack had play'd a second part,
 * such lads there are but few.

Jack's father sent him forth again,
 * once more to keep his sheep,

When passing through a narrow lane,
 * he did the Hermit meet,

Who gave him the enchanted bow,
 * the pipe and trumpet strains,

To whom he made a conjee low,
 * and thank'd him for his pains,

O loving father, he reply'd,
 * right happy may you be,

Because I am well satisfy'd,
 * you were a friend to me.

The very gifts which I receiv'd
 * from your good aged hand,

Have oftentimes the Fryar griev'd,
 * I have him at command.

The aged Hermit then reply'd,
 * give me some drink I pray.

Out of the bottle by your side,
 * I have not drank to day.

Take it, said he, with all my heart,
 * and further if you please,

You shall sit down and take a part
 * of my poor bread and cheese;

I pray you do not spare to eat
 * of such as you now see,

Yet if I had the best of meat,
 * right welcome should you be.

The Hermit eat and drank his fill;
 * and when he thus had done,

For Jack's free heart and his good will,
 * he said, my loving son,