Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill caome tumblig after.
Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patch his nob,
With vinegar and brown paper.
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