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 :that he could hardly go. Both shoulders, arms and head,
 * he bit in ſuch a ſort,

That he could hardly go,
 * he did not like the ſport.

At laſt the dog did come to know
 * it was his maſter's ſon,

And was content to let him go,
 * ſo thus the war was done.

Into the hog-ſtie then he creeps,
 * and curſed ill bred dogs,

And there he ſits him down to weep,
 * amongſt the churliſh hogs.

His wife came then down in haſte,
 * and down the butter milk lays,

But little did ſhe know what paſt,
 * unſeen ſhe goes her ways.

It was covered with a white clean cloth,
 * upon the dunghill then,

And tho’ ’twas but cold broth,
 * ’twould ſerve a hungry man.

Jack wonder’d that ſhe ſtaid ſo long,
 * being vex’d with cold and pain,

Did think that he had double wrong,
 * and ſorely did complain.

Alas! fair Jack, now I muſt die,
 * with under ſore amain,

For why he knew not certainly,
 * that ſhe was come and gone.

Jack looked out at laſt in fear,
 * and there perceive he might,