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.

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;
Dame Dob vext did whip her next
For causing Jack's disaster.