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His father then the pipe would hear,
and Jack reply'd you shall;
The fryar he did quake for fear,
and wrug his hands withall.
He cry'd, and then his eyes did weep,
that word kills me almost;
Yet if you needs must hear the pipe,
then bind me to a post.
Now in the middle of the hall,
a stout pillar was there,
And least this precious saint might fall
they bound him fast with care
All laughed to see the fryar stand,
yet Jack did little say,
But took his pleasant pipe in hand,
a merry drain to play.
No sooner did they hear the sound,
but they began to spring,
Making the very stools rebound,
the hall with mirth did ring,
Nay, some of them so high did hop,
without the least regard;
That they against the cieling top,
did hit their heads full hard.
Some hit their nose, some their chins,
striving to caper higher;
Some o'er the tabe broke their shins,
some tumbled in the fire.
The 'Squire he was pleas'd at heart,
he lik'd the merry jest,
And in the dancing bore a part,
as well as all the rest
The wife danc'd on the squire's back
and to increase the sport.
Whene'er she cast her eyes on Jack,
her bum gave loud report.
The fryar he came almost dead,
whilst others danc'd their fill,
