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Enter Father Christmas. Here come 1, old Father Christmas,
Welcome, or welcome not, I hope old Father Christmas Will never be forgot. I am not come here to laugh or to jeer, But for a pocketfull of money, and a skinfull of beer. If you will not believe what I do say, Come in the King of Egypt—clear the way.
Enter the King of Egypt. Here I, the King of Egypt, boldly do appear, St. George, St. George, walk in, my only son and heir. Walk in, my son St. George, and boldly act thy part, That all the people here may see thy wond'rous art.
Enter Saint George. Here come I, St. George, from Britain did I spring, I'll fight the Dragon bold, my wonders to begin. I '11 clip his wings, he shall not fly; I '11 cut him down, or^else I die.
Enter the Dragon. Who's he that seeks the Dragon's blood, And calls so angry, and so loud ? That English dog, will he before me stand ? I'll cut him down with my courageous hand. With my long teeth, and scurvy jaw, Of such I 'd break up half a score, And stay my stomach, till I'd more. [St. George and the Dragon fight, the lattrr is killed* |
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