The Folk-Lore Record (Volume 3, PT. 1) (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880. Excerpt: ... Old Father Christmas. Oh you won't, wooll'ee? will you He strikes her, and she falls.' Oh what have I done I have murdered my wife The joy of my heart, and the pride of my life. And out to the gaol I quickly shall be sent. In a passion I did it, and no malice meant. Is there a doctor that can restore? Fifty pounds I'll give him, or twice fifty more. Some one speaks. Oh yes, Uncle Jan, there is a doctor just below, and for God's sake let him just come in. Walk in, Doctor. Enter Doctor. Old Father Christmas. Are you a" doctor? Doctor. Yes, I am a doctor--a doctor of good fame. I have travelled through Europe, Asia, Africa, and America, and by long practice and experience I have learned the best of cures for most disorders instant incident? to the human body; find nothing difficult in restoring a limb, or mortification, or an arm being cut off by a sword, or a head being struck off by a cannon ball, if application have not been delayed till it is too late. Old Father Christmas. You are the very man, I plainly see, That can restore my poor old wife to me. Pray tell me thy lowest fee. Doctor. A hundred guineas I'll have to restore thy wife. 'Tis no wonder that you could not bring the dead to life. Old Father Christmas. That's a large sum of money for a dead wife Doctor. Small sum of money to save a man from the gallows. Pray what big stick is that you have in your hand? Old Father Christmas. That is my hunting-pole. Doctor. Put aside your hunting-pole, and get some assistance to help up your wife. old Bet is raised up to life again.' Old Father Christmas. Fal, dal, lal fal, dal, lal my wife's alive Enter Servant-man, who sings. Well met, my brother dear All on the highway Sail and I were a walking along, So I pray come tell to me What calling you mig...