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Father Christmas. Is there a doctor to be found
All ready, near at hand, To cure a deep and deadly wound,
And make the champion stand ? Enter Doctor. Oh! yes, there is a doctor to be found
All ready, near at hand, To cure a deep and deadly wound,
And make the champion stand.
Fa. Chri. What can you cure ? Doctor. All sorts of diseases,
Whatever you pleases,
The phthisic, the palsy, and the gout;
If the devil's in, I '11 blow him out.
Fa. Chri. What is your fee ? Doctor. Fifteen pound, it is my fee, The money to lay down. But, as 'tis such a rogue as thee,
I cure for ten pound. I carry a little bottle of alicumpane, Here Jack, take a little of my flip flop, Pour it down thy tip top, Rise up and fight again. [ The Doctor performs his cure, the fight is renewed, and the Dragon again killed. Saint George.. |
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