HAD a little wife, the prettiest ever seen, She wash'd all the dishes and kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, She brought it home safe in less than an hour, She bak'd me my bread, she brew'd me my ale, She sat by the fire and told a fine tale. 'LL tell you a story And now my story's begun; About Jack and his brother; S John Smith within? Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two. Here a nail, there a nail, ACK and Jill Went up the hill To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, And crack'd his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. JACKY, come give me thy fiddle, If I should give my fiddle, My fiddle and I have had. ACK Sprat would eat no fat, OE Dobson was an Englishman Joe Dobson said unto his dame, She quick replied, "I do declare Next morning came, they sallied forth, To milk the cow Joe Dobson went, She tossed the pail, and kick'd his leg, To boil the pot next Dobson went, He ran with chips and burnt his head, |