Jill she likes to sing 

Little Jack he dances 

Up and down the hill 

Sweetly taking chances. 


If they were to fall 

Who would catch their water 

Would it be your son 

Will it be your daughter? 


Who would catch the pail 

Which carefully they carried? 

If it will be you 

Then we will be married. 


Then Jack he falls. 

Jill she follows after. 

Will it end in tears 

Will it all be laughter?


(Thanks to TrailHacker for these lyrics)