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 With that they went into the place,
 * where they the truth ſoon found,

For he beheld with great diſgrace,
 * the butter-milk upon the ground.

Now fie upon ill luck, ſaid he,
 * my beſt days now are ſpent,

But ſince it will no better be,
 * we muſt be both content.

His wife then took him by the hand,
 * and led him without ſorrow,

Yet little did he underſtand
 * what paſſed on the morrow.

Jack ſat him down juſt by the fire,
 * his frozen bones to warm,

And pull’d his ſtool nigher and nigher,
 * not thinking any harm.

But he ſo near the fire came,
 * and creeped down ſo low,

That he did fall into the fire,
 * and knew not what to do.

But he got up again with ſpeed,
 * and he was burnt full ſore,

It was for want of takin heed,
 * that he fell down before.

To make a poſſet then his wife
 * did uſe her utmoſt ſkill,

But he was weary of his life,
 * for he was very ill.

No ſooner was the poſſet made,
 * but the old man knocks in haſte,

Alas! ſaid he, we are betray’d,