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 :it was not his deſire, But manfully the tongs he took,
 * and quickly it gave fire.

But he not being us’d to ſhoot,
 * did frighten half the town.

Nor could he fairly ſtand unto’t,
 * for why it beat him down.

His beard was burnt onto the ſtumps,
 * the chimney did ſo fame,

That all the wells, ſprings, and pumps,
 * could hardly quench the ſame.

The townſmen up in arms did riſe,
 * and much amazed were

An he was ſtaring with his eyes,
 * being almoſt dead with fear.

The powder flew about the houſe,
 * might move ſome one to laughter,

For there was neither rat nor mouſe
 * for ſeven long winters after.

The old man all this time did ſleep,
 * ſince none did him moleſt,

Poor Jack alone did only weep,
 * all elſe went to their reſt.

But Jack concluſions ſtill would try
 * with the ſame warming pan,

He took it up and earneſtly
 * the ſecond part began.

Jack put ſome fire again into it,
 * as being very bold.

Perhaps it was to try his wits,
 * for he could not be cold.