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 Away then went this country clown,
 * and the world with laughter fill’d,

For he reported in the town
 * he had the devil kill’d.

But Jack recover’d at the laſt,
 * as one who had been dead,

And ſaddled a horſe in haſte,
 * and then away he fled.

The townſmen up in arms he meets,
 * who waited on him then,

With all the allies, lanes, and ſtreets,
 * beſet with armed men.

Jack ſat naked upon the horſe,
 * and thought no harm at all,

Misfortunes ſtill were worſe and worſe,
 * his comforts were but ſmall.

The man that knock’d him down before
 * from oft the mad bull’s back,

Seeing him come, ſteps out of doors,
 * and fiercely knock’d down Jack,

About him people flock’d apace,
 * to ſee his nakedneſs,

Then looking stedfaſt in his face,
 * they knew him who he was.

They pity’d him, an aſk’d him how
 * he came in that diſtreſs?

What brought him into trouble now
 * that I ſhall here expreſs

Many a blind excuse he made,
 * as good as he could frame,

But ne’ertheleſs poor Jack they ſtay’d