། JENNY, good spinner, Come down to your dinner, Then all you good people Look over the steeple, And see the cat play with the dog. LE 81. ET us go to the wood, says this pig. What to do there? says that pig. To look for my mother, says this pig. What to do with her? says that pig. To kiss her, to kiss her, says this pig. 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, 69 That toss'd the dog That worried the cat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crow'd in the morn, That waked 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 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 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. 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; passes, |