Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water,
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Then up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper;
To old Dame Dob who patched his nob
With vinegar and brown paper.
Then Jill came in and she did grin
To see his paper plaster;
Her mother whipt her, across her knee,
For laughing at Jack’s disaster.
