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Father Christmas
In come I old Father Christmas,
Welcome or welcome not,
I hope old Father Christmas
Will never be forgot.
On my back I carry a pack,
In my hand a pan.
Try to help me if you can.
King George the Third
In comes I King George the Third
{gap in text}
With my arms I break down the prison walls
and set the prisoners free.
Black Prince of Paradise
In come I the Black Prince of Paradise,
born in a fiery hole.
King George the Third
Stand off thou black and American dog.
And not let a word be said,
For if I draw my sword to Thee
I'll surely crack thy head.
Black Prince of Darkness
How canst Thou crack my head?
My head is made of cannon balls.
My body's made of steel,
My arms and legs of the first-class brass
I challenge thee to feel.
King George the Third
Pull out thy sword to fight, pull out thy purse to pay,
For recompense will I have before Thou go away.
Black Prince of Darkness
No recompense will I give, no money will I pay,
But thee and I shall fight it out before we go away.
{They fight and the Black Prince of Darkness falls wounded.}
King George the Third
Doctor, Doctor, where art thee ?
The Turk is wounded in the knee.
Hello, here comes old Jack the quack Doctor.
Philip Vincent
I'll let thee know my name isn't Jack the quack Doctor.
{He strikes . . . on the side of the head.}
My name is Philip Vincent the noble Doctor.
I have a little bottle in my side pocket
which I call the okum pokum drop.
A little drop on the head, a little drop on the heart.
Rise up again and take thy part.
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