M.W.Barley Collection (1953, R.L.Kirk)
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UNIVERSITY OF NoTTINGHAM [letterhead]
HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT DEPARTMENT OF ADULT EDUCATION
PROFESSOR R. PEERS, O.B.E,. M.C., M.A., J.P. 14-22 SHAKESPEARE STREET
NOTTINGHAM
DEPUTY DIRECTOR FOR EXTRA-MURAL STUDIES
H.C.WILTSHIRE TELEPHONEL NOTTM. 43022-3 (2 lines)
8th December, 1953
HLF/AJ
Dear Barley,
The enclosed copy of a version has
just reached me. So far as I can judge,
it is an Ironville rather than an Underwood
version; but perhaps the same version is used
in both schools. I am making further enquiries
to find out whether this is relevant for Notts.
Though Ironville is just over the border,
it leans strongly to Nottingham rather than to
Derby.
Yours sincerely,
H.L.Featherstone
Organising Tutor
M.W. Barleyt Esq., M.A., F.S.A.,
County Technical College,
Chauntry Park,
Newark,
Notts.
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County Infants' School,
Ironville,
Nottingham.
December 7th, 1953
Dear Mr. Featherstone,
MOther passed on your letter to me and I've
managed to obtain the current script of the "Guysers".
There are many versions of the play and each
year it tends to get shorter as the obJect nowadays seems
to be "Its your money they're after".
Anyhow I hope the enclosed will be of some value,
Yours sincerely,
(Signed) RACHEL L. KIRK.
Ironville, Derbyshire. 1853 Sebnt by Miss R.L.Kirk to
H.L.Featherstone.
GUYSERS!
DOOR OPENER:- I open the door. I enter in. I beg your
pardon to begin. Whether we stand, or
whether we fall, We'll do us duty to
please you all.
St. George he was a fighting man
as all the tales did tell, he fought a
battle long ago and fought it wondrous
well. And if you don't believe the words
I say, step in St. George and clear the
way.
St. GEORGE:- I am St. George of old England's bold,
I won ten thousand pounds in gold.
I followed a fair maiden to a giants
den,
Where entomed in her dungeon, awaiting
her fate,
The giant tried to strike me dead,
But with valour, I cut off his head.
JACK SLASHER:- I am a galiant soldier.
Slasher is my name,
With sword and buckle by my side
All men do fear my name.
St. GEORGE:- Stand back Slasher, and let no more be
said,
For if I draw my glittering sword,
I'm sure to cut off thy head.
JACK SLASHER:- Cut off my head?
My head is made of iron,
My body is made of steel,
My arms and legs of nuckle bone,
No man can make me feel.
St. GEORGE:- Can't I make thee fear?
JACK SLASHER:- No, not thee!
FIGHT!
Slasher is wounded and falls.
Enter Tom Slasher
TOM SLASHER:- Oh George! Oh George!
What hast t'a done?
Tha's gone an' killed me only son.
Send for a doctor. £10 for a doctor,
DOCTOR:- I am Doctor Brown,
The finest doctor in the town.
T. SLASHER:- What can t'a cure?
DOCTOR:- Th'hitch, stitch, rheumatics and gout,
If a man's got 9 devils in I can
fetch 10 out.
T. SLASHER:- Where's t'a bin?
DOCTOR:- I've bin to Italy, Sicily, France and
Spain,
But I've come back to old England for
practice again.
T. SLASHER:- What's thy fee?
DOCTOR:- £5, but bein' as I know thee I'll charge
thee ten.
(to Slasher) Here, Jack.
Take a drink out of this bottle,
And let it run down thy throttle,
And when thou feelest no more pain,
Arise and fight ST George again.
FIGHT is resumed but Slasher falls again.
J. SLASHER:- Ouch! my back.
DOCTOR:- What's a matter wi' thy back?
J. SLASHER:- My back is wounded,
My heart is confounded,
I shall never fight St. George again.
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Enter BELZEBUB
BELZEBUB:- I am old Belzebub.
Over my shoulder I carry a club.
In my hand a drippin pan,
Don't you think I'm a jolly old man?
Don't you think I've got any sense?
Well, if you don't I do,
So put your hand in your pocket an' give
me a few pence.
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Enter DEVILDOUBT
DEVILDOUBT:- I am little Devildoubt,
Wi' me breetches inside-out.
Money I want,
And for money I crave.
If you don't give me any money
I'll sweep you all to your grave.
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