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Rh Now ladies and gentlemen
 * Give us at your ease,

Give Christmas pies
 * Or what you please.

Here comes I, Beelzebub, On my shoulder I carry my club, In my hand a dripping pan. Please to give us all you can.

In comes I, Big Head and Little Wits, My head's so big, and my wits so small, I'll sing a song to please you all.

There was an old man came over the sea,
 * A ha, but I won't have him!

Came over the sea to marry me;
 * And his old gray noddle, his old gray noddle,
 * His old gray noddle kept shaking.

My mother she told me to open the door,
 * A ha, but I won't have him!

I opened the door, and he fell on the floor;
 * And his old gray noddle, his old gray noddle,
 * His old gray noddle kept shaking.

My mother she told me to get him a chair,
 * A ha, but I won't have him!

I got him a chair, and he sat like a bear.
 * And his old gray noddle, his old gray noddle,
 * His old gray noddle kept shaking.

My mother she told me to make him some toast,