The Jew got the goose,
Which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once
His pockets to fill.
Jack's mother came in,
And caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back,
Flew up to the moon.
DEAR, DEAR!
Dear, dear! what can the matter be?
Two old women got up in an apple-tree;
One came down,
And the other stayed till Satur-day.