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Father Christmas
In comes I Father Christmas,
Welcome here or welcome not:
I hope old Father Christmas
Will never be forgot.
Christmas comes but once a year
And all you people mind what I say.
Come Mother Dolly and clear the way.
{Enter Mother Dolly with a broom.}
Mother Dolly
In comes I Mother Dolly.
Drinking gin is all my folly.
Before I begin I likes to make room;
I'll sweep it away with my little broom.
{Enter King George.}
King George
Here am I King George.
A man of courage bold;
And if thy blood is hot,
I'll quickly fetch it cold.
{Enter the Turkish Knight.}
Turkish Knight
In comes I the Turkish Knight,
Come from the Turkish land to fight,
To fight King George and all his men
Before I do return again.
Father Christmas
Oh is there a doctor to be found
to cure this man of his deep and deadly wound?
[Someone]
Oh yes there is re
Doctor
Here am I William Bentinck
Fought for the foe on the field of Fentink
[Someone]
What canst thee cure, Doctor ?
Doctor
I can cure the itch, pitch, palsy or the gout:
If the devil's in I can soon fetch him out.
{They a take up the Turkish Knight and carry him away.}
Giant
Here am I the Giant from the Giant's rest
With my long teeth and scury jaws
I'll tear the flesh from off thy nose.
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