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DOCTOR

Fifleen pound, it is my fee,

The money to lay down.

But, as 'lis such a rogue as tiiee I cure for ten pound.

I carry a Utile boiUe of alicumpane, Hère Jack, lake a liltle of my ilipllop (1),

(1) Élixir de longue vie : ce mot manque dans le Dictionuary of archaic and provincial wûrds, de Haliiwell.

Pour it down tliy tiptop (1), Rise up and fight again.

[The Doctor performs his oure , the fight is reuewed, and llie Drarjon again killed.)

SAINT GEORGE

Hère am 1 , St George ,

That woithy champion bold ,

And with my sword and spear

I won three crowns of gold.

I fought the fiery dragon,

And broughl him to Ihe slaughter;

By that I won fair Sabra,

The king of Egypl's daughter.

Where is Ihe man, that now will me defy? Tll eut his giblets full of lioles, and makes his buttons fly (2).

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