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T: The Mummers Song
O: Simini (Nfld)
N: NO Mando!
M: 6/8
K: Gmaj
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w:1.Hark, what's the noise_ out by the porch door?__
w:2.in, love-ly Mum-mers, don't bo-ther the snow, we can
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w:"Gran-ny, 'tis Mum-mers, there's twen-ty or more." Her old wea-thered face brigh-tens
w:wipe up the wa-ter, sure, af-ter you go._ Sit, if you can, or on
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w:up with a grin, "An-y Mum-mers, nice Mum-mers 'lowed in?" "Come *  3.There's
w:some Mum-mer's knee, Let's see if we know who you * * * be."
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w:big ones and small ones and tall ones and thin, Boys dressed as wo-men and girls dressed as men,
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w:Humps on their backs,_ and mitts on their feet, "My bles-sed, we'll die with the heat." 4.There's
w:
W:
W: [Spoken]
W:
W:"Don't seem like Christmas if the Mummers are not here."
W:Granny would say as she'd knit in her chair,
W:"Things have gone modern and I suppose that's the cause,
W:Christmas is not like it was."
W:
W:[Knock]
W:
W:"Any Mummers allowed in??"
W:
W:[Sung]
W:
W:Hark, what's the noise out by the porch door?
W:"Granny, 'tis Mummers, there's twenty or more."
W:Her old weathered face brightens up with a grin,
W:"Any Mummers, nice Mummers 'lowed in?"
W:
W:"Come in, lovely Mummers, don't bother the snow,
W:We can wipe up the water, sure, after you go,
W:Sit, if you can, or on some Mummer's knee,
W:Let's see if we know who you be."
W:
W:There's big ones and small ones and tall ones and thin,
W:Boys dressed as women and girls dressed as men,
W:Humps on their backs, and mitts on their feet,
W:"My blessed, we'll die with the heat."
W:
W:There's only one there that I think that I know,
W:That tall fellow standing over long side the stove,
W:He's shaking his fist for to make me not tell,
W:Must be Willie from out on the hill.
W:
W:Now, that one's a stranger if there ever was one,
W:With his underwear stuffed and his trap door undone,
W:Is he wearing his mother's big forty-two bra?
W:I knows but I'm not gonna say.
W:
W:"Don't s'pose you fine Mummers would turn down a drop?"
W:"No!!  Homebrew or alky, whatever you've got."
W:Not the one with his rubber boots on the wrong feet,
W:He's enough for to do him all week.
W:
W:"S'pose you can dance."  "Yes." They all nod their heads,
W:They've been tapping their feet ever since they came in,
W:Now that the drinks have been all passed around,
W:The Mummers are plankin' 'er down.
W:
W:"Be careful the lamp, and hold on to the stove,
W:Don't swing Granny hard cause you that she's old,
W:No need for to care how you buckles the floor,
W:Cause Mummers have danced here before."
W:
W:"My God, how hot is it, we'd better go,
W:I 'low we'll all get the devil's own cold,"
W:"Good night and good Christmas, Mummers, me dears,
W:Please God we will see you next year."
W:(slower:)
W:"Good night and good Christmas, Mummers, me dears,
W:Please God we will see you next year."