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Whene'er my father gives me meat,
her frowns on me she'll cast,
Wishing that ev'ry bit I eat,
might truly be my last,
When e'er she stares upon me so,
thinking to keep me under,
I wish her bum might then let go,
a crack like roaring thunder.
Quoth the old man, it shall be so,
as you shall hear and see;
For by the mass I'll make her know
what 'tis to frown on thee.
Whene'er she looks upon thy face
with any shew of scorn,
Then to her shame and high disgrace,
her arse shall wind the horn
So loud, that all the standers by,
shall hear her with disdain,
Laughing at her continually,
yet shall she trump again.
My blessing now at last receive,
may you in safety dwell,
And therewithall I take my leave,
my little lad farewel
I thank you, father, said the boy,
all happiness on you;
Long life also may you enjoy,
and to fare well, adeu.
Now when the fun was almost set,
young Jack would homeward go,
And being in a merry fit,
his pipe he needs must blow,
The cows began to caper then,
the bulls and oxen too,
And so did five and twenty men,
who came the sight to view.
Along the road he piping went,
the cows came dancing after;
