I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,
He came up again and said there was none there.
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The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,
The mistress snored loud as a pig:
Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire,
And struck up a bit of a jig.
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I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,