Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
The Mummers
Here’s greeting for the master, And for the mistress greeting, And greeting for each gallant lad And every pretty sweeting, And greeting for the little children Dancing round our meeting. We be your servants all, We be merry mummers; We know jolly winter’s face Though we ne’er saw summer’s; We come in wi’ the end o’ the year, For we be Christmas-comers. This here do be Saint George, This the heathen Paynim, Dragon he will drink your healths When Saint George has slain him, This do be a beautiful maid And a trouble ’twere to train him! There’s our mumming ended And nothing to distress ye-- Surely, we be little loth Since so kindly press ye. Here’s God bless ye, master, mistress, All the house, God bless ye!
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