Enter Turkish Knight, confronting St. George.
T. K. In comes I, a Turkish Knight,
In Turkey land I learnt to fight!
I'll battle with thee, St. George;
And if thy blood is hot,
I'll quickly set it cold again.
St. G. Tut tut, thou little fellow!
Thy talk is very bold,
Just like these little Turks,
As I've been told.
If thou be a Turkish Knight,
Pull out thy sword, and fight!
Or pull out thy purse, and pay:
I'll have satisfaction,
Before I go away.
T. K. There's no satisfaction about it.
My head is made of iron.
My body's lined with steel.
Therefore I'll battle with thee, St. George,
To see which on the grave shall fall.
St. G. Draw out thy sword, and fight.
They fight: Turkish Knight falls. Father Christmas approaches,
draws out a bottle, and says,
Father C. Fear not, I have a little bottle by my side,
In it hocum slocum aliquid spam,
I touch the root of this man's tongue
And the crown of his head,
Will drive the heat through his body,
And he will rise again.
Turkish Knight kneels before St. George and says,
T. K. St. George, St. George, pardon me, pardon me,
For I'll ever be thy slave.
St. G. What, pardon a Turkish Knight!
Never! arise once more and try thy might.
They fight: Turkish Knight falls, supported by Father Christmas.
