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Rh I see bold face before I win, Whether I sit, stand, or fall, I'll do my duty to please you all.
 * In comes I, old Father Christmas,
 * Christmas, Christmas or not,
 * I hope old Father Christmas
 * Will never be forgot.

A room, a room, a gallant room,
 * A room to let us in!

We are not of the ragged sort
 * But of the royal King.

Old activity, new activity,
 * That never has been known.

The dreadfullest battle on earth was seen
 * In this room shall be shown.

If you don't believe these words I say, Step in, Saint George, and clear the way.

St. G. In comes I, St. George, St George,
 * The boy of courage bold.

With my broad sword and spear
 * I won ten pound of gold.

I slew the fiery dragon,
 * I drove him to the slaughter,

And by these means I won.
 * The King of Egypt's daughter.

And if any man dare step within this room
 * I'll hack him up as small as dust.
 * And send him to Jamaica
 * To be made into mincepie crust.