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Christmas Mummers at Rugby.
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I see bold face before I win,
Whether I sit, stand, or fall,
I'll do my duty to please you all.
In comes I, old Father Christmas,
Christmas, Christmas or not,
I hope old Father Christmas
Will never be forgot.
A room, a room, a gallant room,
A room to let us in!
We are not of the ragged sort
But of the royal King.
Old activity, new activity,
That never has been known.
The dreadfullest battle on earth was seen
In this room shall be shown.
If you don't believe these words I say,
Step in, Saint George,[1] and clear the way.

Enter St. George, flourishing his Sword.

St. G. [2]In comes I, St. George, St George,
The boy of courage bold.
With my broad sword and spear
I won ten pound of gold.
I slew the fiery dragon,
I drove him to the slaughter,
And by these means I won.
The King of Egypt's daughter.
[3]And if any man dare step within this room
I'll hack him up as small as dust.
And send him to Jamaica
To be made into mincepie crust.

  1. Or King George.
  2. In comes I, King George,
    King George is my name;
    With my sword and pistol by my side.
    I'm bound to win the game.
  3. Go on, Sir!
    It's not within your power,
    I'll chop you up to mincemeat
    In less than half an hour.