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 And ’cauſe it as a darkſome night
 * that you might not forget it,

I’ll cover it with a white cloth,
 * and on the dunghill ſet it.

While ſhe went to the buttery,
 * a great white dog came out,

And on the dunghill down did lie,
 * to bring the jeſt about.

Poor Jack out of the hogſtye peeps,
 * the great white dog eſpies,

With joy and gladneſs out he creeps,
 * his hunger to ſuffice.

The dog we took to be a clout,
 * which the butter milk to cover,

But he did find it was as ſtout,
 * before that he gave over,

The dog was white as he might ſee,
 * the night was dark and black,

Then ſure a wiſer then he
 * might eaſily miſtake,

Faſt on the back he took the dog,
 * inſtead of the butter-milk pot,

And being naked as a frog
 * now judge but what he got.

The dog takes Jack faſt by the toe,
 * and Jack with him did ſtrive,

Quoth he, I ne’er before did know
 * that butter-milk was alive.

The dog would not give o‘er,
 * he had him ſo.

That he ſo much had tore,