JACK AND JILL.

"Oh, lit-tle lass Jill, oh, lit-tle lass Jill, Will you come, will you come with me? I've a new tin pail, and the wa-ter in the well Is the cool-est that can be." "Oh, bold boy Jack, you bold boy Jack, You are tell-ing what is not true, For sweet as any-thing is the wa-ter in the spring, And I'd ra-ther go there, thank you!" So off whis-tled Jack with his new tin pail, To the cool well on the hill, And—cun-ning lit-tle thing—to the sweet-wa-ter spring, With her cup in hand, went Jill.