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HERE was a man but one Son had, and he was all his joy. But ſtill his fortune was but bad,
 * tho’ he was a pretty boy,

His father ſent him forth one day,
 * to feed a flock of ſheep,

And half of them were ſtole away,
 * while he lay down to ſleep.

Next day he went with one Tom Goff,
 * to reap as he was ſeen,

And there he cut his fingers off,
 * the ſickle was ſo keen

Jack climbed up with nimble legs,
 * to the hen rook ſo high

But he fell down and broke both his legs,
 * and hurt him piteouſly.

Jack then went to thatch the ſtable,
 * but there came ſuch a blaſt,

To ſit up he was not able
 * but down he came at laſt.

Poor Jack a cleaving wood had been,
 * his father held the quarter,

He cut his father o’er the ſhins
 * not much below the garter.

To ſeek his fortune Jack wou’d go,