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 :until his father came Forth hue and cry they ſend with ſpeed,
 * to ſeek him every where

At laſt they found him out indeed,
 * but almoſt dead with fear.

The old man with great fury comes,
 * Jack’s wife crying after,

And Jack ſtood biting of his thumbs,
 * which moved them to laughter

Faſt by the throat he took poor Jack,
 * quoth he, now I have found thee,

Now villian thou ſhalt go to wreck,
 * for it was thee did wound me.

My team of horſes thou haſt ſlain,
 * and loſt my hatchet too.

My cloaths alſo from thee were taken,
 * theſe things will make thee rue

Before the judges they him hawl,
 * this moſt unfortunate lad.