A pleasant new Ballad to look upon, How Mault deals with every man.
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MAs Mault is a Gentlemen,
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and hath been since the world began
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I never in my life knew any man,
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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 puld his flesh from off his bones,
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you never saw the like sir.
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Mault, Mault, thou art a flower,
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Beloved right well in every Bower.
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Thou canst not be missing one half hour,
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you never, etc.
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For laying the stones so close,
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Mault gave the Miller a Copper-nose,
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Saying thou and I will never be foes,
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but unto thee ile stick 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 to know,
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you never, etc.
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Our Hostis maid was much to blame,
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To steal Mault away from her Dame,
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And in her belly hid the same;
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you never, etc.
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That when the mault did work in her head
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Twice in a day she would be sped,
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At night she could not get to bed,
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nor scarce stand on her feet sir.
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Then came in Master Smith,
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And said that Mault he was a thief,
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but Mault gave him such a dash ith teeth,
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you never, etc.
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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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His boon Comrades got him to bed,
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for he was very sick sir.
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The Carpenter came a piece to square,
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And bid Mault come if he dare,
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Hed twack his sides and belly bare,
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and him full soundly beat sir.
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to the fire he went wel warmd with chips
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Mault hit him right betwixt the lips
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And made him lame on both his hips,
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you never, etc.
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The Shoomaker sitting on his seat,
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At Master Mault began to fret,
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He said he would the Knave so beat,
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with his sharp Spanish Knife sir.
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But Mault came peeping through the hall
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And did his brains so fiercely mall,
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He turned round and caught a fall,
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you never, etc.
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The Weaver sitting in the Loom,
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He threatned Mault a cruel doom,
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And make him to repulse the room?
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or throw him in a Dike sir.
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Whereat a Court some Weavers kept,
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And to their Hostess boldly slept,
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Till chargd with double pots they slept,
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you never, etc.
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The Tinker took the Weavers part,
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Such furious rage possest his heart,
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He took the pot and drank a quart,
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his wits were very ripe sir.
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For Mault the upper hand so got,
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He knew not hew to pay the shot,
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But part without the reckoning pot,
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and found his stomack sick sir.
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The Taylor came to grind his shears,
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And shews to Mault what spleen he bears,
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But soon they fell together by the ears,
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and sore each other struck sir.
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And when his pressing Iron was hot,
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He pressed a board instead of a coat,
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And sailed home in a Feather-bed-boat,
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you never, etc.
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The Tinker walking round the pan,
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But Mault much feared his beer-mouthd can
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Though he had conquerd many a man,
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and laid him in the dike sir.
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Yet was the Tinker gladly fain,
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With Mault to have a bout or twain,
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Till he again was shot ith brain,
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you never, etc.
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Then bespake the Tinker anon,
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And said hed prove himself a man,
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And laid at Mault till his legs were gone
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you never, etc.
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The Saylor he did curse and ban,
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He bid the boy go tap the Can,
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Ile have a bout with Mault anon,
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you never, etc.
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Aboard they went to try the match,
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And long they plaid at hope and catch,
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Till Mault bestowd him under a hatch,
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you never, etc.
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Then came a Chapman travelling by,
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With cheapning long his throat was dry,
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And at Master Mault did flye,
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and furiously him struck sir.
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Till having laid at Mault apace,
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Great store of blood was in his face,
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And he was found in such a case,
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you never, etc.
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The Mason came an Oven to make,
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The Bricklayer he his part did take,
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They bound him to the good Ale-stake,
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you never, etc.
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Then Mault began to tell his mind,
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And plyd them with Ale, Beer, & Wine,
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They left the Brick-axe, Trowel behind,
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they could not lay a brick sir.
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Then came the Laboror in his hood,
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And saw his two masters how they stood,
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He took Mas[t]er Mault by the hood,
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and swore he would him strike sir.
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Mault he ran and for fear did weep,
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The Laboror he did skip and leap,
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But Mault made him into the Morter to leap,
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and there he fell a sleep 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 tumbling in,
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you never, etc.
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And laid on heads, and arms, and joynts,
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Took away gloves and a gross of points,
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and swore theyd pay him in quarts & pints,
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you never, etc.
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Thus of my song ile make an end,
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And pray my host to be my friend
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To give me some drink or money to spend,
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for Mault and I am quiet sir.
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