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 Whene'er my father gives me meat,
 * her frowns on me she'll cast,

Wishing that ev'ry bit I eat,
 * might truly be my last,

When e'er she stares upon me so,
 * thinking to keep me under,

I wish her bum might then let go,
 * a crack like roaring thunder.

Quoth the old man, it shall be so,
 * as you shall hear and see;

For by the mass I'll make her know
 * what 'tis to frown on thee.

Whene'er she looks upon thy face
 * with any shew of scorn,

Then to her shame and high disgrace,
 * her arse shall wind the horn

So loud, that all the standers by,
 * shall hear her with disdain,

Laughing at her continually,
 * yet shall she trump again.

My blessing now at last receive,
 * may you in safety dwell,

And therewithall I take my leave,
 * my little lad farewel

I thank you, father, said the boy,
 * all happiness on you;

Long life also may you enjoy,
 * and to fare well, adeu.

Now when the fun was almost set,
 * young Jack would homeward go,

And being in a merry fit,
 * his pipe he needs must blow,

The cows began to caper then,
 * the bulls and oxen too,

And so did five and twenty men,
 * who came the sight to view.

Along the road he piping went,
 * the cows came dancing after;