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 He cut a mighty oak in two,
 * his cart and team ſtood by,

The tree fell down, and thus it ſlew
 * his horses preſently.

What courſe to take he did not know,
 * his horſes being ſlain,

Unto his father-in-law to go
 * he thought it was in vain.

Jack went o’er bogs and ſandy ſhelves,
 * at laſt he ſpy’d a pool,

Where flocks of wild geeſe ſhew’d themſelves,
 * too wiſe for this ſad fool.

Quoth he, ſure I can kill with eaſe
 * one of theſe fowls to ſell,

My father-in-law then I ſhall pleaſe,
 * and all things muſt go well.

His hatchet at them he did ſling,
 * hoping to ſtrike one dead.

But they were all too light of wing,
 * and from him ſtrait they fled.

His hatchet ſunk immediately,
 * it would not ſwim to ſhore.

Alas! ſaid he, where am I now?
 * in worſe caſe than before.

I will not loſe may hatchet ſo,
 * altho’ my luck be ill;

But I will have it ere I go,
 * or I muſt make my will,

He then ſtript off his cloaths, ſome ſay,
 * and ſo to diving went.

A rogue came by, and took away