Jerusalem, Lincs., Plough Play - 1914 E.C.Cawte et al (1967), pp.74-78 91sk97pa.xml mastermummers.org E.C.Cawte et al English Ritual Drama : A Geographical Index London, Folklore Society, 1967, pp.74-78

Originally prepared for textual analysis during his PhD research on the 'Origins and Development of English Folk Plays' by Peter Millington (2002).

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 Jerusalem Lincolnshire England SK9171 Perf. Before 1914 Christmas [Not given] Quack Doctor: Plough: Recruiting Sergeant Fool Introducer Bold Tom Sargent Recruiting Sergeant Sarge Lady Lady Lady Bright and Gay Dame Jane Old Woman D.J. Eezum Squeezum Agonist E.S. Ribboner Antagonist Doctor Doctor Doc. Cawte et al's Notes:

"From Mrs E.H. Rudkin: Collection. Collected by Anthony Padget, 1959. (Jerusalem is four miles from Lincoln).

From three elderly men: Mr C. Briggs, Mr Brown, and Mr Lilley, who came from the village of Jerusalem where they used to work on the land. Mr Briggs and his father before him was the Village Crier. The play was last performed at Jerusalem before 1914. It was revived by the three men, assisted by the vicar, and given at an Old Age Pensioners' party a few years ago. Started before Christmas and carried on after. There were seven characters."

Peter Millington's Notes:

In other versions, the four lines tagged here onto the end would immediately precede the entry of the Doctor.

 26-Dec-1994 Peter Millington Entered 01-Jan-2000 Peter Millington Notes added 28-Sep-2024 Peter Millington TEI-encoded Fool In comes I bold Tom As bold as a lion A blacksmiths shop Without any iron A pair of old bellows all full of holes An old iron stiddy and not many coals Open spoken France and Spain In comes our Sargent on the the same Enter Sargent Sargent In comes I the recruting sargent I've arrived in here just now I have had orders from the Queen to list all fellers that follow orse cart or plough Likewise Tinkers Taylors Pedlers and Sailors Fools at my advance The more I hear the fiddlers play the better I can dance Fool What me a fool come to see you dance Sargent Yes I can hear them dance, sing or play Fool If you begin to dance sing or play I shall quickly march away Praps in a short time the lady will be here Lady sings In comes the lady bright and gay Big fortune make sweet charms Its scornful how I'm thrown away Out of some dear one's arms He swears if I don't marry him That you will understand He'll list all for a soldier And go to some foreign land. Fool Do you love me pretty fair maiden Lady Yes unto my sorrow Fool When'st to be our wedding day Lady Tommy loves tomorrow All three start to dance Fool, Sargent & Lady Toorooriadio, Tommys wed tommorio Fool Stop ! Stop ! Stop ! Whats all thi dancing and jiggin about 'eres a tight boy to dance I can dance on a barley chaff riddle. It will neither bend nor break one strand I am going to ask all you stickmejacks to me and ladys wedding and what you like the best you must bring on with you. I know what me and me lady likes and what me lady is goin to have. We're going to have a barley chaff dumplin buttered with wool and a gallon of ropy ale to it. So its ladies and gentlemen's you've eerd all my part I can act the fools part just as well as any other Shufffes em rarnd with stick Only wait a short time perhaps old Dame Jane will be ere Dame Jane In cums I old Dame Jane with a neck as long as a crane Dib Dab over the meadow once I was a blooming maid But now I am a down right old widow Has a doll in hand To Fool Tommy its a long time since I sawt thee but now I've caught thee. Since all my joys exhausted since you called me what you did pray tommy take your bastard Gives doll to Tommy Look at its chin its nose its eyes its as much like you as ever it could bin Fool What is it He male or Shemale (Take your feeder and spoon it) Lady Shemale Fool All mines Hemale Claps hand on leg Thats my leg you old faggit ive note ter thank you for Only wait a short time old Eezum Squeezum Eezum Squeezum In cums I old Eezum squeezum on me back I carry my beezum In mi hand a whip leather frying pan bread an cheeze in a bag puddin in a lantern if you had been where Ive been you would never be wanted. Is there anybody here can stand afore this. Ribboner Yes I can for my head is made of iron my body is made of steel, and no one can make me feel Omission here somewhere My shins is muttle bone Eezum Squeezum Aw carnt they Clouts Rib. and knocks him down Fool Five pound for a doctor Someone No.1 Ten pound to stop away Someone No.2] Fifteen pound and he must come at once Doctor In comes I the doctor Fool What you a doctor Doctor Yes I've travelled for it Fool Where've you travelled Doctor I've travelled all over the world I've travelled England Scotland France and Spain Three times round the world and back again to old England Fool Havnt you been nowhere else Doctor Yes I once went three mile yon side York to an old Lady called misses Cork She fell upstairs with an empty teapot full of flour and grazed her shinbone just above her elbow and made her stocking bleed Fool What pains can you cure Doctor I can cure the hipsy pipsy palsy gout pain within and pain without Draw tooth set a leg cure almost any pain in the head Fool Clever doctor try your skill Doctor Thank you sir so I will Places hat, coat, gloves, stick on table. Begins to feel of old man Fool Is that the strongest part about a man Doctor Its the strongest part about a woman. I've a little bottle in my inside coat trousers waistcoat pocket. He wants a little of my wiff waff just rubbin' round 'is tiff taff. This man is not dead hes only in a trance come rise up old man and lets have a dance if you can't dance we can sing come rise up old man and lets begin All start to sing All Good master and good mistress As you sit round your fire Remember us poor ploughboys, Who plough through mud and mire The mire it is so very deep The water runs so clear Give what you like to our money box And a mug of your best beer Send round collection box Fool goes out All except Fool Good master and good mistress You see our fool as gone We make it in our busness To follow him alone He swears if I don't marry him As you will understand He'll list all for a soldier and go to some foreign land Give greetins on exit On a later sheet: Whoa Whoa Wopsy old boy which of you old boys can 'old my 'orse 'es a donkey 'es a rum un to kick mind he doesnt bite you my lads.