Jack And Jill

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

Walter Crane

Walter Crane was an English artist and book illustrator, considered to be one of the most prolific and influential children's book creators of his generation. Born on August 15, 1845, and passing away on March 14, 1915, he was part of the Arts and Crafts movement and is known for his innovative contributions to children's literature. His work often combined art and poetry, aiming to educate and delight young readers.

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Little boys, sit still--
Girls, too, if you will--
And let me tell you of Jack and Jill;
For I think another
Such sister and brother
Were never the children of one mother!

For an idle lad,
As he was, Jack had
No traits, after all, that were very bad.
He, was simply Jack,
With the coat on his back
Patched up in all colors from gray to black.

Both feet were bare;
And I do declare
That he never washed his face; and his hair
Was the color of straw--
You never saw
Such a crop--as long as the moral law!

When he went to school,
It was the rule
(Though 'twas hard to say he was really a fool)
To send him at once,
So thick was his sconce,
To the block that was kept for the greatest dunce.

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    Jack and Jill went up the hill,
        To fetch a pail of water;
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Jackus Et Jilla.

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill,
To draw a pail of water;
Jack fell down
And broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

    Jackus cum Jillâ
    Formosâ ancillâ,
Aquam hauriturus collem ascendebat;
    Prolabitur Jackus,
    Caput miserè fractus,
Et Jilla desperata in fatum ruebat.

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Jack And Jill.

Since Jack and Jill both wicked be;
It seems a wonder unto me,
That they, no better do agree.

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Jack The Giant Killer.

    Bad Boy's Version.

    Tell you a story - an' it's a fac': -
    Wunst wuz a little boy, name wuz Jack,
    An' he had sword an' buckle an' strap
    Maked of gold, an' a "'visibul cap;"
    An' he killed Gi'nts 'at et whole cows -
    Th' horns an' all - an' pigs an' sows!
    But Jack, his golding sword wuz, oh!
    So awful sharp 'at he could go
    An' cut th' ole Gi'nts clean in two
    Fore 'ey knowed what he wuz goin' to do!
    An' one ole Gi'nt, he had four
    Heads, and name wuz "Bumblebore" -
    An' he wuz feered o' Jack - 'cause he,
    Jack, he killed six - five - ten - three,
    An' all o' th' uther ole Gi'nts but him:
    An' thay wuz a place Jack haf to swim
    'Fore he could git t' ole "Bumblebore" -

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Jack And The Bean-Stalk.

Versified by Mrs. Clara Doty Bates.


A lazy and careless boy was Jack,--
He would not work, and he would not play;
And so poor, that the jacket on his back
Hung in a ragged fringe alway;
But 'twas shilly-shally, dilly-dally,
From day to day.

At last his mother was almost wild,
And to get them food she knew not how;
And she told her good-for-nothing child
To drive to market the brindle cow.
So he strolled along, with whistle and song,
And drove the cow.

A man was under the wayside trees,
Who carried some beans in his hand--all white.
He said, "My boy, I'll give you these
For the brindle cow." Jack said, "All right."
And, without any gold for the cow he had sold,
Went home at night.

Bitter tears did the mother weep;

Clara Doty Bates