P.T.Millington Collection (1972, K.Smith)
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UNDERWOOD - GUYSERS PLAY
Written down by Mr. K. Smith, of 102 Mansfield Rd., Underwood, Notts., on
the 15/1/l972, for Peter T. Millington.
OPENER I open the door I enter in,
I beg your pardon to begin.
Whether I sit, stand or fall,
I'll do my duty to please you all.
Room, room you gallant sports,
Give us room to recite our merry ryhme,
For remember kind Sirs tis Christnas time.
The sound of the trumpet, the beat of the drum,
Brave people let our merry actors come.
Step in Saint George our champion and clear the way.
(Enter saint George.)
SAINT GEORGE I am Saint George from all England sprung,
Many brave deed"s and wonders have I known.
I have made tyrants tremble on their throne.
I followed a fair beauty to meet her fate,
When a giant he all most struck me dead,
But by my good fallow I cut off his head.
(Enter Slasher.)
SLASHER I am a brave soldier and Slasher is my name,
vith sword and buckle by my side
I ought to win the game.
A fight with thee Saint George,
I say if thou art able.
Disable, disable, stand. thee not in my power.
My arms of brass, my body of steel,
No man on Earth can make me feel.
SAINT GEORGE Stand back thou dirty dog,
I'll make thy buttons fly.
I'll cut thy belly clean into,
And thou'l shall surely die.
(There then entailed a brief skirmish with swords in which Slasher fell.
The Qpener stepped forward and said,)
OPENER A doctor, a doctor,
Ten pounds for a doctor.
(Enter the Doctor)
DOCTOR I am a Doctor.
OPENER Art thou a Doctor?
DOCTOR Yes Sire.
OPENER What can'st thou cure?
DOCIOR The itch, the stitch, the palsy and the gout.
OPENER Where hast thou travelled?
DOCTOR Italy, Sicily, France and Spain,
O'er the seas and home agaln.
OPENER Cure me this man.
(The Doctor then stepped forward and taking a bottle of water out of his
bag, said to Slasher,)
DOCTOR Here Jackm take a little nip nap,
And shove it down thy tip tap,
And fight again.
(Enter Belzebub)
BELZEBUB In cones old Belzebub,
O'er me shoulder I carry me club,
In me hand a frying pan.
If you think I'm a fool and got no sense,
Put your hand in your pocket and gis a few pence.
(Enter Little Devil Doubt carrying a sweeping brush.)
LITTIE DEVIL DOUBT In comes Little Devil Doubt,
With me breeches inside out.
Money I want, and money I crave,
If you don't give me money,
I'll sweep you to your grave.
(After this, a carol was sung, and more oftan than not, we were handed mince
pies.)
NOIES WITH THE TEXT:- The highlight was our trip to Felley Priory to visit the
late Mr. oakes. Our tour included all the pubs in Undevwood and Bagthorpe,
and once we made a trip to Annesley on the bus still wearing our make up.)
ACCOMPANYING LETTER:-
Dear Sir,
I read With intrest your article in the advertiser, on Guysers. I was
a member of the Underwood group round about 1943, and I hope you will
find the enclosed words useful.
Yours faithfully
MR K Smith
NOTES ON THE TRANSCRIPTION:- Mr Smith wrote down the words prose-fashion. In
the transcription, they have been rearranged rhyme-style, with punctuation
added accordingly, but without altering spelling etc. |
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