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 And up into the bed did creep,
 * and bid his wife ſtand by,

But being overcome with ſleep,
 * let the warming pan lie

Between the ſheets, as ſome ſay,
 * it burnt them piteouſly.

While the woman was away,
 * it happened ſo unlucky,

And had ſhe not ſoon come again,
 * much more harm had been done,

For why, the ſluggiſh ſleepy ſwain,
 * knew not I would burn.

She ſaid, now I have cauſe to mourn
 * at your unhappy life

For why the ſheets you burn.
 * O peace, ſaid he, good wife,

For I will go to bed with ſpeed,
 * for fear more hurt I do.

Age, ſaid the wife, and ſo you had need,
 * theſe things I fear you’ll rue.

With this he roſe and rubb’d his eyes,
 * and fetch’d a yawn or two

And ſo down on the bed with ſpeed,
 * as ſluggads us’d to do.

His wife ſhe went a bed with ſpeed,
 * the old man he lay by

What happen’d after you ſhall hear,
 * in the twinkling of an eye.

He miſs’d the bull, and hit poor Jack,
 * poor woman! the forgot

To bring up what, without doubt,