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Truro [Formerly Mylor]: "A Play for Christmas", 1780s |
Mumming [Thenford, Northants. 1854] |
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rume rume galants rume give me a rume to rime |
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for in this house i mine to shew some of my past time |
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now gentlemen an ladys it is christmas time |
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i am a blade that knew my trade all people doth a dear me |
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i will swager an banter an i will drive the town be fore me |
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if i am neked or if i am prict i will give aman an answer |
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the very first man or boy i mits my soard shall be is fencer |
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be hind the doar thare lye a score pray git it out if you can sur |
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i walke away have nothing to pay an let in the swagering man sur |
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hare comes i ould father christmas welcom or welcom not |
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i hope ould father christmas will never be forgot |
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ould father christmas a pair but woance a yare |
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he lucks like an ould man of four score yare |
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hopen the doar and lat me in |
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i hope your faver i shall wind |
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wether irise or wether ifoll |
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i will do my endeavour to please you all
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i ll do my best to please you all
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saint george is at the doar and swear he will com in |
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with soard an buckler by is side i fear he will purs my skin |
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i now he is no fool |
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i now he is some stoute why |
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he will say more by wan inch of candle |
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than ican performe white ten pound born out |
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and if you would not believe what i say |
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let the king of eagipt com in and clare the way |
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here am ithe king of eagipt ho plainly doth apare |
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saint george he is my only son my only son an hear |
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walk in s t george and boldly act they part |
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let all the royal family see the royal act |
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here comes i ould belzey bob
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in comes old beelzebub
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upon my shoulder i carry my club
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on his shoulder he carries a club
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and in my hand a dripen and
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in his hand a dripping pan
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ham not i a hansam good loocking ould man
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don t you think he s a funny old man
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hear comes i son george from england have i sprung |
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sum of my worndras works now for to begin |
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first into a closat i was put |
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then into a cave was lock |
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i sot my foot upon a rockhe stone |
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their did i make my sad an griveus mone |
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how many men have i slew |
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and rund the firehe dragon thrue |
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i fought them all courragesly |
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and stil got of thire victory |
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england s right england admorration |
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now ear i drow my bloody weepon |
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ho is the man that doth be fore me stand |
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i will cut him down with my courrageus hand |
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hear come s i the turkish knight |
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came from the turkish land to fight |
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i will fight sun george that man of courrage |
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and if is blood is hot soon will i make it could |
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thee come so far a way to fight such man as i |
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i will cut thy dublats ful of hylent hols and make thy buttens fly |
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i am a man of vallour i will fight untill i die |
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sun george thou never will face me but away from me will fly |
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ha proud turk what wilt will thou tell me so |
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with threting words and threting oath s |
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drow thy sord and fight |
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drow thy pus and pay |
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for satisfaction i will have be fore i go a way |
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no satisfaction shall you have |
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but in a moment s time i will bring thee to thy grave |
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thee bring me to my grave |
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i will fight with thee |
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no pardon shall you have |
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so drow thy sord and fight |
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for i will concour you this night |
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as i gist stiping out of my bed |
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in hearing this my honly son was dead |
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o cruel christan what ast thou don |
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thou ast ruin d me and killed my only son |
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he was the first that chalins d me and how cani deny |
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to see the turkish dog stand up and i folldon and die |
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i will seek the bouldest champin in my relam |
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this cruel christans blood to overwealam |
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o help me sampo help me |
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was thare ever a man in greater need |
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to fight like a sowlyar make thy hart to bleed |
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are am i sampo i will slafter the man that spilt my master blood |
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and with my body i will make the oashen flood |
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o docter docter is thire nary docter to be found or to be had this night |
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can cuer this bloody wound and make him stand up right |
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o is thare a docter to be found or to be had this night |
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can heal this mans bloody wound and make him stand up right |
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pray ware ast thou travled |
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i have travled to london garmenay scotland an spain |
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by all my rich fortun safe returned to england again |
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what canst thou cure
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what ails can you cure
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i can cure the hich the stich the pox the gout
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the itch the stitch the palsy and the gout
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all deses and comnpleases |
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if any man as got a scolin wife |
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my balsom will her cure |
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take but one drap of this upon my life |
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she will never scoal no more |
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o docter docter wat is thy fee this champin for to rise |
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the site of him doth trouble me to see how dead he lies |
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full fifty ginues is my fee and money to have doun |
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but sunes tis for is majesty i will do it for ten pound |
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i have alitle botle in the wrest bond of my britches that goes by the name of halycompane |
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shall make this goodly champin rise and fight again |
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are jack take a little of my drip drop |
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pour it up in the tiptop |
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arize jack slash and fight again |
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behould this mortal now reving be |
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tis by my sceel and strength the ficik see |
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which make this goodly night revive |
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and bring is aged father now alive |
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awacke thou lustros knight also |
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and i will take thee by the hand an try if thou canst go |
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what places is are |
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what seens appare |
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whare ever itorn mine eye |
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tis all around |
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in chantin ground |
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and soft delusions rise |
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floury mountins |
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mosy fountins |
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what will veriety surprize |
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tis on the alow walks we walks |
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an hundrd ecos round us stock |
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from hils to hils the voices tost |
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rocks rebounding |
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ecos resounding |
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not one single words was lost |
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behould on yander risen ground |
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the bour that woander |
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ever ending |
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ever bending l |
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glades an glades |
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shades an shades |
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runing on eternal round |
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o pardon pardon saint george one thing of thee icrav |
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spair me my life and i will be thy constant slave |
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yes proude torke but arise and go in to thy on land |
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and tell what a bould champin there doth in england stand |
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had it ben a thousand or ten thousand such men as thee i would fight |
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for to mentain grait britans right |
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great britians right iwill mentain |
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and fight free for england wance again |
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hear am i the bloody waror |
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o have i spent my time in bloody wor |
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slash cornary dam the ribals carse |
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sholl i wolk one s twose thrise over the dark |
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with out hat stockin shart |
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shall i bow dack to every drunkerd or poud sot |
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no by this etarnal sord in hand |
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the man that is not fit to dye is not fit to live stand |
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delever push your pikestaf by the hye way hoop |
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that man s neck is not very big that fears a little rope |
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i pray mis doldorty git me gud shir for supper |
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for i main to have gud shir |
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tis not your fether foul nor apple pyes i main |
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as your chised ches crids nor crym i cant eat none |
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ad it ben a bit of a roceen pig i might have a chance to pic a bone |
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all i leve and all i lack |
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in come my man jack
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in comes i little jim jack
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and carrid all away in my nap sack |
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hear comes i little man john with a sord in my hand |
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and if any man offend me i will make him to stand |
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i will cut him and slash him so smoll as the flys
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1. i ll cut him down as small as a fly
2. although you say you ll cut me down as small as a fly
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and send him to jemecka to make appel pyes |
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hear am i the king of france |
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king henry i har is riseing a army a gaanst france |
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but let him com i will thonder him |
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back he can not me with stand |
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my milk wite corls my rid caps |
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my yellow fethers deccar |
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my resoralson stout and bould |
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the crown i will not spear |
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i am the kink of france |
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and with my sord i will advace |
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my master sent me onto you |
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ten ton of gold that is due to him |
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and if you dont send him is tribit home |
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some he in france land you see |
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go tel your master that he is yung and of tender years |
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not fit to come with in my degree |
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and i will send him three tennas bols |
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that with him he may larn to play |
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hark hark wot sonding vads my ears |
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the conquars a porch i hear |
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tis henrys march tis henry tune |
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i now he comes he comes victorus henry comes |
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with obboys tropats fifes and drums |
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send from a far |
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and sound of war |
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foll of grief and every wind |
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from walk to walk from shade to shade |
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from strim to poolin strim comvaid |
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thrue all the minglin of the groove |
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thrue all the minglin tracks of love |
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tyrnin |
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burnin |
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changin |
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rangin |
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full of grfe and full of woe |
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impashent from my lords return |
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whot nuse whot nuse my lovely page |
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whot nuse have you brought onto me |
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i have brought such nuse from the king of france |
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that you and he will never agree |
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for he says you am young and of tender years |
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not fit come in your degree |
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and he will send you three tinnes bolls |
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that withthem you may learn to play |
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from yender march king henry |
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with all my gallent company
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and all my jolly company
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now i have taken upon me a char ge |
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to govarn those poor ants that the may wolk more large |
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and gether in thire wonts that the may wolk more safe |
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and bring home thire relife |
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and keep that wich i have from every idol theft |
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but now the king is hear i will bow doun lowe my knee |
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all those that ventered hear is subjeck unto me |
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god bless the roral king and send him a long to reain |
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and joy in every thing and free him from all pain |
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i an my men and mine my ants and all i have |
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i command them the her mine and so the king god save |
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o pardon pardon king henry |
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the ton of gould i will pay to thee |
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and the finest flour that is in all france |
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to the rose of ingland i will give free |
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hear am i bing bing |
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ho in an alter of to swing |
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ho did the batle folter |
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o corced was the day |
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that first i went to sea to fight the french |
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and then to run away |
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now are i stand with sord in hand |
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and now i will fight any man |
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here am i vornal bould |
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took six ships and lead the spanyard gould |
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took shear of thare castle and port below |
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made the proud spanyards look dismel and yalow |
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but we was not danted a toll |
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untill their come a boll |
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and took us in the goll |
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and queback foll from our hands |
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the first brod side the frinch did fire |
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the kild our englesh men so free |
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we keeld ten thousand of the frinch |
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the rest of them the rund a way |
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o as we march to the frinch gates |
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with drums and trumpets so merely |
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o then be spock the old king of france |
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lo he foll on his bended knee |
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prince henry i one of his gollent company |
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i soon for sook bold london town |
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we went and took the spani sh crwn |
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the spanish crwn we soon then won |
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and now we have shoud you all our fun |
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gentlemen and ladies all your sport is don i can no longer stay |
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remember still s t george will bear the sway |
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gentlemon and lades all i hope you will be free |
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for to subscribe a litle part to pay the docters fee |
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here comes i that never come yate
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here comes i that never came yet
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with a great head and litle wit
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with my great head and little wit
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if you please to throw in my hat what you think fit |
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