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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. Under the greenwood tree
who loves to lie with me,
and tune his merry note unto
the sweet bird’s throat,
come hitcher, come hitcher,
come hitcher, here shall he see
no enemy
but winter and rough weather. When the wind is in the East
It’s good neither for man nor beast;
When the wind is in the North
The skillful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the south
It blows the bait in the fish’s mouth;
When the wind is in the west
Then it’s in its very best. One potato, two potato, three potato, four,
Five potato, six potato, seven potato, more. | 
