Nottinghamshire Guardian (1935c)
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More About East Markham
Mummers.
Last week we gave a long extract from the
Plough Monday Mummers' Play, as performed
by the East Markham troop of Boy Scouts, with
a description by Colonel J. Markham Rose,
D.S.O., and broadcast by the Midland Regional
Station some weeks ago. The version was
printed in full in "The Retford and Gains-
borough Times" and we now give further
extracts. After a fight between the Cow Boy
and the enlisted Plough Boy the latter drops
down dead and the Recruiting Sergeant is dis-
mayed:-
Sergeant: You've killed my recruit.
Lady: Oh! He's dead!
Sergeant: Five pounds for a doctor!
Tom Fool: Ten pounds to keep away!
Lady: Fifteen pounds to come. Oh, dear
Doctor, do please come! (Sounds of trotting
horse.) (Voice outside: "Whoa! Whoa! hold
my horse laddie")
Doctor: In comes I, a noble Doctor.
Tom Fool: You a Doctor! How come you
a Doctor?
Doctor: I travelled for it.
Tom Fool: Where did you travel?
Doctor:
In my Mother's pantry cupboard,
Mince pies, pork pies, and her hoard;
Ely, Iley, France and Spain.
Round the world and back again.
Tom Fool: What pains can you cure?
Doctor:
Ipsey, pipsey, palsy, and the gout,
Pains within and pains without;
Draw a tooth and set a leg.
Cure this man that is now dead.
Sergeant: You seem very clever, Doctor, you
had better try your skill.
Doctor: By your consent then, so I will.
Hold my hat, kid gloves, and walking stick,
while I feel his pulse. (Does do). This man's
not dead; he's in a trance.
Sergeant: What's that, Doctor?
Doctor:
He's swallowed a horse and cart, and can't
get rid of the wheels!
Here, Jack, take a little out of my bottle,
And let it run down thy throttle.
If thee can't fight, we can sing, so rise up,
Jack, and let's begin.
(All sing dancing round.)
Good master and good mistress, as you sit
round the fire.
Remember us poor ploughboys that plough
the mud and the mire,
The mire it is so very deep, the water runs
so clear,
We thank you for a Christmas box and a
jug of your best beer!
Ah ah, ah. and a pitcher of your best beer!
(They drink healths.) |
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