A new Ballad for you to looke on, How Mault doth deale with every one. To the tune of, Triumph and Joy.
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MAs Mault he is a Genleman,
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And hath beene since the world began,
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I never knew yet any man
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that could match with master Mault sir
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I never knew any match Mault but once,
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The Miller with his grinding stones.
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He laid them so close that he crusht his bones,
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you never knew the like sir.
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Mault, Mault, thou art a flowre,
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Thou art beloved in every bowre,
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Thou canst not be missing one halfe howre.
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you never saw the like sir,
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For laying of his stones so close,
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Mault gave the Miiser a copper nose,
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Saying thou and I will never be foes,
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but unto thee I sticke sir.
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Mault gave the Miller such a blow,
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That from his horse he fell full low,
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He taught him his master Mault for to know,
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you never saw the like sir.
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Our hostesse maid she was to blame,
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She stole master Mault away from her dame,
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And in her belly she hid the same,
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you never saw the like sir,
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So when the Mault did worke in her head,
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Twice a day she would be sped,
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At night she could not goe to bed,
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nor scarce stand on her feet sir.
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Then came in the master Smith,
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And said that Mault he was a theefe.
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But Mault gave him such a dash in the teeth;
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you never saw the like sir,
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For when his Iron was hot and red,
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He had such an ach all in his head,
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The Smith was faine to get him to bed,
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for then he was very sicke sir.
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The Carpender came a peece to square,
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He bad Mault come out if he dare,
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He would empty his belly, and beat his sides bare
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that he knew not where to sit sir.
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To fire he went with an arme full of chips,
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Mault hit him right betweene his lips,
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And made him lame in both his hips,
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you never saw the like sir.
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The Shooe-maker sitting upon his seat
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With master Mault he began to fret,
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He said he would the knave so beat,
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you never saw the like sir.
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Mault peept his head out of a hall,
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The Shoo-maker said, he would drinke him up al,
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They tumbled together till downe they did fall,
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you never saw the like sir.
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The Weaver being in his loome,
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He threatned master Mault to bum,
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When he had knit on to the thrum,
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you never saw the like sir,
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And such a Court some Weavers held,
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They would pay our Hostes when they had feld,
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But when every one had his part and deald,
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they knew not where to sit sir.
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The Tinker he tooke the Weavers part
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Because he is touching unto his Art,
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He tooke the pot and dranke a quart,
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the world was very quicke sir.
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Mault had of him his owne desire,
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He made him tumble into the fire,
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And there he lost his burling ire,
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he hath not found it yet sir.
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The Taylor he came in to grinde his sheares,
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Mault and he were together by the eares,
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Great is the company Mault still reares,
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you never saw the like sir.
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For when his pressing Iron was hot,
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He pressed a boord in stead of a coat,
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And sayled home in a fether-bed boat,
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you never saw the like sir,
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So then the Tinker did sound his pan,
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Then said master Mault I must be gone,I am the good fellow that helpeth each one,
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you never saw the like sir.
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The Tinker then that he was faine,
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With Mault to have about or twaine,
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Mault hit him sore in every vaine,
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you never saw the like sir.
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Then bespake the Tinker anon
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He said he would prove himselfe a man,
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He laid on Mault till the bousse was gone,
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the Bung and the Tinker fell sicke sir.
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The Sayler he did curse and ban,
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He bad the boy, goe tap the can,
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Ile have about with Mault anan,
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you never saw the like sir.
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Aboord they went to try their match,
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And there they playd at hop and catch,
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Mault bestowed him under the hatch,
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and made him keepe the ship sir.
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Then came the Chapman travelling by,
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And said, my masters I will be [b]ye,
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Indeed master Mault my mouth is dry.
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I will gnaw you with my teeth sir.
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The Chapman he laid on a pace,
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Till store of blood came in his face,
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But Mault brought him in such a case,
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you never saw the like sir.
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The Mason came an Oven to make,
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The Bricklayer he his part did take,They bound Mault to the good-ale stake,
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you never saw the like sir.
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Then Mault began to tell his mind,
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And plide them with Ale, Beere and Wine,
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They left Brick, axe and Trowell behind,
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they could not lay a bricke sir.
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Then came the Labourer out with his hood,
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And saw his two masters how they stood,
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He tooke master Mault by the whood.
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and swore he would him stricke sir.
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Mault he ran and for feare did weep,
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The Labourer he did skip and leape,
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But Mault cast him into the morter heape,
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and there he fell asleepe sir.
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The Butcher came to buy a sheepe:He said he would make Mault to creepe,
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But Mault made him the cat to whip,
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you never saw the like sir.
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The Glover came to buy a skin,
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Mault hit him right above the chin,
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The pewter John came doubling in,
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you never saw the like sir.
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And laid on head, armes, and joynts,
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Tooke away his gloves, and grosse of points,
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And swore they had paid him in quarts and pints
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you never saw the like sir.
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Thus of my song I will make an end,
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And pray my hostesse to be my friend,
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To give me some drink now my mony is spend
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then Mault and I am quits sir.
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