Enter SOLDIER. Soldier. In comes I, the soldier bold, Bold Slaughterer is my name, With sword and sash hung by my side, I hope to win the game. Where is the man that bids me stand, Who swore he'd kill me sword in hand? I'd cut him, and pierce him as small as flies, I'd send the cook to fetch him before he's nine days old. Enter KING GEORGE. I count myself as good as thee. King George. So does I as good as thee. To see which on the ground dead first shall lie. [They fight, and the Soldier Bold of King George. Is there a doctor in the land That'll cure this man that's on the ground? Doctor. Yes, there's a doctor in the land, Capable of head and hand; And if this man has got a cough, I'll cure him without cutting his head off. I'll put a donkey's on instead. And if this man will pay me well, No secret will I ever tell; And if he won't, I'll leave him as a sinner, And he shall eat a bunch of thistles for his Christmas dinner. Such being the case, as it were before, Come in, Bold Robin Hood. Robin Hood. Here comes I, bold Robin Hood, with bended bow of yew-tree wood, my arrows sharp, and for my quiver I'll choose an elderly man's good fat liver. To hunt the deer with horn and hound, And when we get the nut-brown ale, Come in, brave Little John. Little John. Here comes I, brave Little John, The sparks fled over the table. Ho! ho! said the gridiron, can't you two agree? Then, Oh, ho! said he, I'm the Justice, come, bring him to me. Come all ye jolly comrades, come listen unto me, It's my belief, and join with us this merry Christmas eve; For what I've said and done will please the corum, And I'll drink all your honours in a jorum. So ends this curious piece of mummery. |