THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. 31 This is the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that killed the rat, that ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built. This is the man all tattered and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that killed 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 tattered and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that killed the rat, that ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crew in the morn, that waked the priest all shaven and shorn, that married the man all tattered and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that killed 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 crew in the morn, that waked the priest all shaven and shorn, that married the man all tattered and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that killed the rat, that ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built. LITTLE JACK JINGLE. LITTLE Jack Jingle, He used to live single; But when he got tired of this kind of life, He left off being single, and lived with his wife. SIMPLE SIMON. SIMPLE SIMON met a pieman, Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny." Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed, I have not any!" * Simple Simon went a-fishing, JACK A NORY. I'LL tell you a story, About Jack A Nory,— And now my story's begun. And now my story's done. YANKEE DOODLE. YANKEE DOODLE came to town, And how do you think they served him? One took his bag, another his scrip, The quicker for to starve him. LITTLE JACK HORNER. LITTLE Jack Horner Sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And cried, "What a good boy am I !" |