Here comes I, Father Christmas, welcome, or welcome not, I hope Old Father Christmas will never be forgot. Although it is Old Father Christmas, he has but a short time to stay I am come to show you pleasure, and pass the time away. I have been far, I have been near, And now, I am come to drink a pot of your Christmas beer; And, if it is your best, I hope, in heaven your soul will rest. If it is a pot of your small, We cannot show you no Christmas at all. Walk in, Room, again I say, And, pray, good people, clear the way. Walk in, Room. _Enter_ ROOM. God bless you all, Ladies and Gentlemen, It's Christmas time, and I am come again. My name is Room, one sincere and true, A merry Christmas I wish to you. King of Egypt is for to display, A noble champion without delay. St. Patrick too, a charming Irish youth, He can fight, or dance, or love a girl with truth. A noble Doctor, I do declare, and his surprising tricks, bring up the rear. And let the Egyptian King straightway appear. _Enter_ EGYPTIAN KING. Here comes I, Anthony, the Egyptian King. With whose mighty acts, all round the globe doth ring; No other champion but me excels, Except St. George, my only son-in-law. Indeed, that wondrous Knight, whom I so dearly love, Whose mortal deeds the world dost well approve, The hero whom no dragon could affright, A whole troop of soldiers couldn't stand in sight. Walk in, St. George, his warlike ardour to display, And show Great Britain's enemies dismay. Walk in, St. George. _Enter_ ST. GEORGE. Here am I, St. George, an Englishman so stout, With those mighty warriors I long to have a bout; No one could ever picture me the many I have slain, I long to fight, it's my delight, the battle o'er again. Come then, you boasting champions, And here, that in war I doth take pleasure, I will fight you all, both great and small, And slay you at my leisure. Come, haste, away, make no delay, For I'll give you something you won't like, And, like a true-born Englishman, I will fight you on my stumps. And, now, the world I do defy, To injure me before I die. So, now, prepare for war, for that is my delight. _Enter_ ST. PATRICK, _who shakes hands with_ ST. GEORGE. My worthy friend, how dost thou fare, St. George? Answer, my worthy Knight. ST. GEORGE. I am glad to find thee here; In many a fight that I have been in, travelled far and near, To find my worthy friend St. Patrick, that man I love so dear. Four bold warriors have promised me To meet me here this night to fight. The challenge did I accept, but they could not me affright. ST. PATRICK.