Текст песни The House That Jack Built - Marlena Shaw

This is the house that Jack built.

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

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

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

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

This is 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.

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.

This is the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn.
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

This is the fox who lived by the thorn.
That stole the cock that crowed in the morn.
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

This is Jack with his hound and horn.
That caught the fox who lived by the thorn.
That stole the cock that crowed in the morn.
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

This is the horse of a beautiful form.
That carried Jack with his hound and horn.
That caught the fox who lived by the thorn.
That stole the cock that crowed in the morn.
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

These are the stables snug and warm.
That were made for the horse of a beautiful form.
That carried Jack with his hound and horn.
That caught the fox who lived by the thorn.
That stole the cock that crowed in the morn.
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

This is the boy, ever morn.
Swept the stables snug and warm.
That were made for the horse of a beautiful form.
That carried Jack with his hound and horn.
That caught the fox who lived by the thorn.
That stole the cock that crowed in the morn.
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

This is Sir John Barleycorn.
That treated the boy, every morn.
Swept the stables snug and warm.
That were made for the horse of a beautiful form.
That carried Jack with his hound and horn.
That caught the fox who lived by the thorn.
That stole the cock that crowed in the morn.
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.

This is the artist who first had drawn.
A picture of Sir John Barleycorn.
That treated the boy, every morn.
Swept the stables snug and warm.
That were made for the horse of a beautiful form.
That carried Jack with his hound and horn.
That caught the fox who lived by the thorn.
That stole the cock that crowed in the morn.
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn.
That married the man all tattered and torn.
That kissed 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.