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"You dont know what these beans are, said the man [that Jack meets]. If you plant them overnight, by morning they grew right up to the sky."
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Joseph Jacobs
Joseph Jacobs was an Australian-born folklorist, literary critic and historian who became a notable collector and publisher of English folklore.
"You dont know what these beans are, said the man [that Jack meets]. If you plant them overnight, by morning they grew right up to the sky."
"Out the Old Woman jumped (of the window). And whether she broke her neck in the fall; or ran into the wood and was lost there...or taken up by a constable to the House of Correction for the vagrant she was I cannot tell. But the Three Bears never saw anything more of her."
"My man is an ogre and there is nothing he likes better than boys broiled on toast."
"But the Harp called out quite loud: Master! Master!"
"Who says that English folk have no fairy-tales of their own?"
"Kind sir, if the truth I must tell, At the sign of Basin of Water I dwell."
"There once was upon a time a poor widow who had an only son Jack, and a cow called Milky-White."
"Turn again Whittington, Thrice Mayor of London"
"Woe worth you, Molly Whuppie! never you come again Twice yet, carle, quoth she, Ill come to Spain."
"The sky is a-going to fall, I must go and tell the King."
"Fee, fi, fo, fum I smell the blood of some earthly one."
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman, Be he alive or be he dead Ill have his bones to grind my bread."