Now you shall see a full fair fight,
Betwixt our old Fool and his right.
Sing Tanteraday, sing Tanteraday,
Sing heigh down, down, with a derry down.
Now our Scrimage is almost done,
Then you shall see more sport soon.
Sing Tanteraday, sing Tanteraday,
Sing heigh down, down, with a derry down.
The Fool.
Up well hark, and up well hind,
Let every man then to his own kind.
Sing Tanteraday, sing Tanteraday,
Sing heigh down, down, with a derry down.
Come, follow me, merry Men all,
Tho' we have made bold for to call,
It is only once by the Year,
That we are so merry here.
Still we are all brave jovial Boys,
And takes delight in Christmas Toys.
[Then they all foot it round the Room, and follows the Fool out.
They all re-enter, and lock their Swords to make the Glass; the Fool running about the Room.
Pickle Herring. What is the matter, now, Father?
Fool. Why, I tell the what. Pickle Herring; as I was a-looking round about me through my Wooden Spectacles, made of a great huge little tiney bit of leather, placed right behind me, even before me, I thought I saw a feat Thing
Pickle Herring. You thought you saw a feat Thing; what might this feat Thing be, think you, Father?
Fool. How can I tell, Boy, except I see it again?
Pickle Herring. Would you know it if you see it again?
