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I once was dead, but now I am alive : Blessed be the doctor who did me survive. And if you don't believe me and list to what I say, Enter in Prince Patrick and he'll show you play.

Prince Patrick.

Here come I, Prince Patrick, With my armour shining bright, A famous old champion And a worthy old knight.

Prince George.

What are you, Prince Patrick, but Prince George's stable boy. Who fed his horse with oats and hay, And after that you let him run away?

Prince Patrick. That story's a lie, sir.

Prince George. Draw forth your sword and try, sir.

Prince Patrick. Pull out your purse and pay, sir.

Prince George.

I'll put my sword through you, and make you run away, sir. And if you don't believe me and give in to what I say, Enter in Oliver Cromwell and he'll show you play.

Oliver Cronnvell.

Here come I, Oliver Cromwell, As you all may suppose, I have conquered many nations With my large copper nose. I've made the Spanish tremble. And Frenchmen for to quake. And beat the jolly Dutchman Coming home from the wake.

And if you don't believe me and give in to what I say, Enter in Beelzebub and he'll show you play.