It was not me that did the deed, nor me that did the crime, 'Twas this young man behind me who drew his sword so fine. Sir Alexander:-- Oh, you artful villain, to lay the blame on me! For my two eyes were shut, sir, when this young man did dee. Wallace:-- How could your eyes be shut, sir, when you were looking on? How could your eyes be shut, sir, when both the swords were drawn? Farmer's Son (to Wallace):-- How can you thus deny the deed? As I stood looking on, You drew your sword from out its sheath, and slashed his body down. Wallace:-- If I have slain Goloshan, Goloshan I will cure, And I will make him rise and sing in less than half-an-hour; Round the kitchen, round the town, Haste and bring me Dr. Brown. Dr. Brown enters:-- Here come I, old Dr. Brown, the foremost doctor in the town. Wallace:-- What makes you so good, sir? Doctor:-- Why, my travels. Wallace:-- And where have you travelled? Doctor:-- From Hickerty-pickerty-hedgehog, three times round the West Indies, and back to old Scotland. Wallace:-- Is that all? Doctor:-- No sir. I have travelled from fireside to chairside, from chairside to stoolside, from stoolside to tableside, from tableside to bedside, from bedside to press-side, and got many a lump of bread and butter from my mother; and that's the way my belly's so big. Wallace:-- Well, what can you cure? Doctor:-- I can cure the rurvy-scurvy, and the rumble-gumption of a man who has been seven years dead or more, and can make an old woman of sixty look like a girl of sixteen. Wallace:-- How much would you take to cure this dead man? Would five pounds do? Doctor (turning away):-- Five pounds! No, five pounds would not get a good kit of brose. Wallace:-- Would ten pounds do? Doctor:-- Yes, perhaps ten pounds would do--- that, and a pint of wine. I have a bottle of inky-pinkie in my pocket. (_Approaches Goloshan._) By the hocus-pocus and the magical touch of my little finger; heigh ho! start up, Jack, and sing! Goloshan (rises and sings):-- Oh, once I was dead, sir, but now I am alive, And blessed be the doctor that made me revive; We'll all join hands, and never fight no more, We'll all be good fellows, as we have been before. All four:-- We'll all shake hands and agree, and never fight no more, We'll all be like brothers, as we were once before; God bless the master of this house, the mistress fair likewise, And all the pretty children that round the table rise. Go down into your cellar and see what you can find, Your barrels being not empty, we hope you will prove kind; We hope you will prove kind, with whisky and with beer, We wish you a Merry Christmas, likewise a good New Year. Enter Beelzebub (for the collection):--