For in a moment's time, you rascal,
I will bring you to your silent grave.
Valiant Soldier. I have travelled England, Ireland, Scotland,
France, Spain, and Wales, for what St. George shall have his will,
You Turkish dog I soon will kill.
Enter Bold Prince.
Bold Prince. In comes I Bold Prince, with spear in hand,
Bid thee thy foes to fear not. Stand,
Stand St. George, that great man of command,
The ruler over the British land,
Advance the power this very hour;
Gallant sons you must obey,
Let fly your hands, and fight on my lads, with a good huzza! hooray! [Fierce fight, Turk killed.
There, ladies and gentlemen, see what I have done,
I have cut him down like the evening sun.
Noble Captain. Oh fie! oh fie! my man is slain,
And on this ground his body laid;
Oh, for some doctor I must seek
While my man lies bleeding here so deep.
Oh doctor, doctor! come with speed
To heal the sick, and raise the dead:
Oh, is there a doctor to be found
To raise this dead man from the ground?
Father Christmas. Oh, yes, here's a doctor well and good,
With my hand I am endeavouring to stop the blood;
Stop the blood, and heal the wound,
And raise that dead man from the ground.
Enter Doctor.
Father Christmas. Well, Doctor, what can you cure?
Doctor. Cure the hipsy, pipsy, palsy pains, and the gout,
All raging pains both in and out,
A broken leg, or a broken arm;
And if that man's neck was broke
