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In comes Old King Christmas, all dressed in green and gold
And may he never be forgot, his story left untold
For it's once a year he brings good cheer, our spirits to engage
The like was never seen before on any common stage:
For we are not of the ragged sort, but some of royal trim
We'll sweep away the old year and bring the new year in.
In then comes Saint George, that noble champion bold
Who fought the fiery dragon, made the tyrant's blood run cold
And as through this world he wanders to fulfil his destiny
Well, they must die who dare to try and challenge liberty:
In comes a valiant soldier, Prince Paradise by name
With sword and shield he will not yield, and hopes to win more fame
So it's of these noble champions, both born of high renown
And they have made a solemn vow to pull the order down:
And in then comes a doctor, as plainly doth appear
With bitter pills to cure all ills, he travels far and near
With his lotions and his potions, to ease us of our pain
And by his art he'll play his part, make heroes rise again:
In then comes Beelzebub, a name forever cursed
He's before you, he's behind you, he's the last that would be first
Put your hands into your pockets, your money he do crave
To see this play you must pay, or join him in the grave:
In then comes a working man, they call him Common Jack
He puts food inside our bellies, and clothes upon our back
Hard labor is his destiny, from the moment of his birth
And the rich take all the money, for the poor will take the earth:
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