There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,

And the masts were made of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors

That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,

With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,
The captain said, "Quack! quack!

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THIS is the house that Jack built.

2. This is the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

3. This is the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

4. This is the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

5. This is the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

6. 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.

7. 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.

8. 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.

9. 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, 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.

10. 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.

II. This is the farmer sowing his corn,

That kept 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.

She went a little further, and she met a stick. So

she said

"Stick, stick, beat dog!

Dog won't bite pig;

Pig won't get over the stile,

And I shan't get home to-night."

But the stick would not.

She went a little further, and she met a fire. So

she said

"Fire, fire, burn stick!

Stick won't beat dog;