Play from Great Wolford, Warks. - 1913-1916 R.J.E.Tiddy (1923) pp.229-231 91sp23tr.xml mastermummers.org R.J.E.Tiddy The Mummers' Play Oxford, University Press, 1923, pp.229-231

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 Great Wolford Warwickshire England SP2434 Col. 1913 to 1916 Christmas [Not given] Quack Doctor: Hero/Combat: Cotswold Father Christmas King George Bold Slasher Doctor Jack Finney Jack Beelzebub Fidler Wit Peter Millington's Notes:

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 15-Jan-1999 Martin Collins Scanned 09-Aug-1999 Peter Millington Encoded 15-Sep-1999 Peter Millington Year of collection adjusted 15-Jan-2021 Peter Millington TEI-encoded Father Christmas In comes I old Father Christmas In comes I to make the fun. My hair is short my beard is long And me hat's tied on with a leather throng. A room a room brave gallants all Give us all room to rhyme And we'll show you some good activity This merry Christmas time. Activity of age activity of youth. Calls King George in. King George In comes King George this noble knight Who shed his blood for Britain's right. What makes me carry this horrible weapon? Because I fought many a hard battle at home and abroad And if any man can conquer me The French Captain Collier he shall be. Bold Slasher In comes a soldier stout and brave Bold Slasher is my name, With sword and buckle by my side I'm sure to win the game. I'll cut him I'll slash him as small as flies And send him to the cookshop to make mince pies. They fight and down goes King George. Father Christmas Doctor, Doctor, play thy part King George is wounded in the heart And pierced through the knee. If a Doctor I could see £1000 I'd freely give to he. Doctor rides in on one of the others. Father Christmas Who my noble Doctor, who be you? Doctor I am a Doctor good And with my hand can stop the blood, Cure hard corns, soft corns, Itch, stitch and palsy and gout, And pains within and pains without, And if the devil's in I can fetch him out. Doctor calls Jack Finney. Doctor Hold my horse, Jack. Jack Will 'a kick? Doctor No. Jack Will 'a bite? Doctor No. Jack Will it take two men to hold him? Doctor No. Jack Hold him thyself then. Doctor What's that? Jack I've got fast hold of his tail. Doctor Bring my tooth drawing tackle. Jack Fetch him thyself. Doctor What's that? Jack Come in, Sir. He draws a tooth And come in Sir again. Doctor shakes the Pill Box. Doctor We'll give him a grill as is very certain. Arise King George and fight again. King George fights again. Beelzebub In comes I old Beelzebub On my shoulder I carries my club In me hand the dripping pan Don't you think; I'm a jolly old man? Fidler Wit In comes I Fidler Wit My head's so large, me wits so small I've brought me fidler to please you all. Toll-de-roll the tinder box Father died the other night And left me all his riches, A wooden leg, a feather bed, And a pair of leather breeches, A coffee pot without a spout, A jug without a handle, A guinea pig without a wig, And half a farthing candle. Sing brothers sing.