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 And all the houſe in diſcontent,
 * concluding he was ſlain.

Jack naked was, the wind blew cold,
 * he could no longer ſtay,

But in the hog-ſtie he made bold,
 * ant that full cloſe he lay.

The churliſh hogs ſo hoggiſh were
 * to this their maſter’s ſon

Small manners in then did appear,
 * for him they over run.

And ſome upon his feet did tread,
 * and ſome did [sic] full ſore did bite him,

And they with him ſo quarrelled,
 * he fear’d they would indict him.

And ſuch a fearful noiſe they made,
 * for they did fore diſmay him

He with their noiſe was terrify’d,
 * that they would betray him.

Poor Jack he did ſpeak them fairly,
 * as being an intruder,

He ſcratch’d their poles but ne’er the near,
 * for they were but the ruder.

Until at laſt his wife did hear
 * the cry of theſe rude cattle

And out of the door ſhe came with fear,
 * to end this ſudden battle.

Jack ſaw her coming and began
 * with ſpeed to ſtand upright,

She ſeeing there a naked man,
 * was in a grievous fright,

She gave a ſhriek, and leap’d in the dirt,