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 192 CJiristmas Mummers at Rugby.

With a broken tooth, I'll pull it out And put it in again. Moll. If that's true, thou art a clever doctor.

D. Clever ! D'ye think I'm like these quack doctors.

Go walking up and down the streets ? They tell more lies in five minutes

Than I do in seven years. I have a little bottle by my side,

In it galvanic drops. I twist the root of this man's tongue

And the crown of his head, I'll drive the heat through his body

And he will arise again St. G. Arise, arise, thou curly Turkish Knight,

Go back to thine own land, and tell

What old England has done for thee. Tell 'em we will fight

Forty thousand men like thee.

Enter Humpty Jack.

H. y. In comes I, old Humpty Jack,

Wife and family on my back. Some at the workhouse, some at the rack, I'll bring the rest when I come back.^ Roast beef, plum pudding.

Old ale and mince pie, Who likes it better

Than old Father Christmas and I ? Father C. A ha ha !

A mug of your Christmas Ale, sir.

Will make us merry and sing. But money in our pockets

Is much a better thing.

Rugby version itiseris : Times hard, money small. Every copper will help us all.