The house that Jack built. THIS is the house that Jack built. This is the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crow'd in the morn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the farmer, sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. 70 70 POOR donkey, I'll give him a handful of grass; I'm sure he's a good-natured honest old ass: He trots to the market to carry the sack, 'Tis true, now and then he has got a bad trick, No, no, my good donkey, I'll give you some grass; Tu whu, says the owl; Caw, caw, says the crow; Quack, quack, says the duck; And what sparrows say, you know. So, with sparrows and owls, A fine song I have made, To please you, my dear; And if it's well sung, 'T will be charming to hear. |