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.

When Jill came in, how she did grin

To see Jack's paper plaster;

Her mother, vexed, did whip her next,

For laughing at Jack's disaster.

Now Jack did laugh and Jill did cry,

But her tears did soon abate;

Then Jill did say, That they should play

At see-saw across the gate.

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.