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 Tho’ he was round beſet with woe,
 * and ſorrow all the while.

Said ſhe, ſtrike both your hands againſt
 * ſome poſt here in the room

And break the line pots if you can,
 * that you to bed may come.

The old man wore a white сар,
 * his head hung o’er the bed

With the pots he gave him ſuch a rap,
 * as almoſt ſtruck him dead.

He gueſs’d his head had been a poſt,
 * the old man loud did cry

Jack naked ran away in haſte,
 * intended for to fly.

Quoth Jack, and if my father die,
 * his head being ſorely bang’d,

If I be taken, ſurely I
 * ſhall without doubt be hang’d.

I’ll ſaddle me a horſe moſt brave,
 * and then away I’ll ride,

So by this means my life I’ll ſave,
 * for hear I’ll not abide.

But he miſtook the ſtable,
 * and went into the cow-houſe,

To ſtand I am not able,
 * for laughing at the gooſe.

In he comes, and up he ſtrides,
 * upon a mighty bull.

And fiercely up and down he rides
 * upon the horned mule

The great white maſtiff seeing this,