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

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Up Jack got
And home did trot,
As fast as he could caper
He went to bed
Last with his head
With vinegar and brown paper

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Jill came in
And she did grin
To see his paper plaster;
Mother, vexed,
Did whip her next
For causing Jack's disaster

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