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Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
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Jack fell down
And broke his crown;

And Jill came tumbling after ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Then
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

CREDITS
Wayne and Angie Palmer
Enchante`
"growing enchbyench"