192 CJiristmas Mummers at Rugby.
With a broken tooth, I'll pull it out And put it in again. Moll. If that's true, thou art a clever doctor.
D. Clever ! D'ye think I'm like these quack doctors.
Go walking up and down the streets ? They tell more lies in five minutes
Than I do in seven years. I have a little bottle by my side,
In it galvanic drops. I twist the root of this man's tongue
And the crown of his head, I'll drive the heat through his body
And he will arise again St. G. Arise, arise, thou curly Turkish Knight,
Go back to thine own land, and tell
What old England has done for thee. Tell 'em we will fight
Forty thousand men like thee.
Enter Humpty Jack.
H. y. In comes I, old Humpty Jack,
Wife and family on my back. Some at the workhouse, some at the rack, I'll bring the rest when I come back.^ Roast beef, plum pudding.
Old ale and mince pie, Who likes it better
Than old Father Christmas and I ? Father C. A ha ha !
A mug of your Christmas Ale, sir.
Will make us merry and sing. But money in our pockets
Is much a better thing.
Rugby version itiseris : Times hard, money small. Every copper will help us all.
