In great King Arthur’s reign, Tom’s history first begun;
A farmer’s wife had sigh’d in vain to have a darling son!
A fairy listen’d to her call, and granted her the same;
But being very small, Tom Thumb she did him name.
To please him every means she’d take,
And a pudding large did for him make;
But in trying to obtain a sip,
Into the batter did he slip!
The batter in the pot went plump;
Tom made the pudding skip and jump!
His mother, with affright, did this espy,
And gave it to a tinker passing by;
Tom scream’d so loud, that, in dismay,
He threw it down, and ran away.
Tom to the fields with his mother went,
To milk the cow was her intent;
The wind blew high as they did walk,
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