Jack¹ 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 tune² 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 forth³;
　　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.