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We will now have the
curious tale of "The House that Jack Built.'' In no sense a curious
house, perhaps, but famous because of the fortuitous events which issued
in regular sequence from the simple fact of the builder having stored a
quantity of malt within its walls. It is told best with the
accompaniment of pictorial illustrations, but here these are not
available.
This is the house that
Jack built.
This is the malt
That lay in the house
That Jack built.
This is the rat
That ate the malt
That lacy in the house
That Jack built.
This is the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house
That Jack built.
This is the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house
That Jack built.
This is the cow with the
crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house
That Jack built.
This is the maiden all
forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house
That Jack built.
This is the man all
tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house
That Jack built.
This is the priest all
shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house
That Jack built.
This is the cock that
crowed in the morn
And waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled lion,
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house
That Jack built. |
