Jack and Gill
Went up the Hill
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down
And broke his Crown,
And Gill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob,
With vinegar and brown paper.
When Gill came in, how she did grin,
To see Jack’s paper plaster;
Dame Dob, vexed, did whip her next
For causing Jack’s disaster.
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