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.

Wher Jill came in, how she did grin, to see Jack's paper plaster: dame dob, vexed, did whip her next for laughing at Jack's disaster.