I've a new tin pail, and the wa-ter in the well
Is the cool-est that can be."
"Oh, bold boy Jack, you bold boy Jack,
You are tell-ing what is not true,
For sweet as any-thing is the wa-ter in the spring,
And I'd ra-ther go there, thank you!"
So off whis-tled Jack with his new tin pail,
To the cool well on the hill,
And—cun-ning lit-tle thing—to the sweet-wa-ter spring,
With her cup in hand, went Jill.