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This is the house that Jack built.

HNR 1072

a
This is the house that Jack built.

b
This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

c
This is the rat.
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

d
This is the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

e
This is the dog,
That worried the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

f
This is the cow with the crrumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

g
This is the maiden all forlorn.
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

h
This is the man all tattered and torn,
That tossed the maiden all foalorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

i
This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That tossed the maiden all foalorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

j
This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That tossed the maiden all foalorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

k
This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That tossed the maiden all foalorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

l
This is the horse and the hound and the horn,
That belonged to the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That tossed the maiden all foalorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.




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