17.
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.
18.
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.
