EBBA 31892

University of Glasgow Library - Euing

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A pleasant new Ballad to look upon, How Mault deals with every man.

MAs Mault is a Gentleman,

And hath bin since the world began

I never in my lif[e] knew any man

could match with Master Mault sir,

I never knew any match Mault but once,

The Miller with his [g]r[i]nding stones.

you never saw the like sir.

Mault Mault thou art a flower

Belovd right well in eery Bower,

Thou canst not be missing one half hour,

you never etc.

For laying of his stones so close,

Mault gave the Miller a Copper nose,

S[a]ying thou and I will never be foes

but unto thee ile stick sir,

Mault gave the Miller such a blow

That from his horse he fell full low,

He taught him his Master Mault to know,

you never etc.

O[u]r Hostesse Maid was much to blame,

To steal Mault away from her Dame,

And in her belly hid the same

you never etc.

That when the Mault did work in her head

Twice in a day she would be sped

At night she could not go to bed,

nor scarce stand on her feet sir.

Then came in Master Smith,

And said that Mault he was a thief,

But malt gave him such a bash i the teeth

you never etc.

For when his Iron was hot and red,

He had such an ach all in his head,

His boon Comrades got him to bed

for he was very sick sir.

The Carpenter came a peece to sqare

And bid Mault come if he dare,

Hed thwack his sides and belly bare,

and him full soundly beat sir.

Toth fire he went well armd with chips

Mault hit him right betwixt the lipps

And made him lame on both his hips,

you never, etc.

The Shoomaker sitting on his seat

At Mr. Mault began to fret,

He said he would the knave so beat

with his sharp Spanish knife sir.

But Mault came peeping through the hall,

And did his brains so fiercely mall

He tumbled round and caught a fall

you never, etc.

The Weaver sitting in the Loom,

He threatned Mault a cruel doom

And made him to expulce the room

or throw him in a Dike sir.

Whereat a Court some Weavers kept

And so their Hostess boldly slept,

Till charged with double pots they slept

you never etc.

The Tinker took the Weavers part

Such furious rage possest his heart,

He took the pot and drank a quart,

his wits were very ripe sir.

For Mault the upper hand so got

He knew not how to pay the shot

But part without the reckoning pot,

and found his stomack sick sir.

The Taylor came to grinde his shears

And shewes to Mault what spleen he bears

But soon they f[e]ll together by the ears,

and sore each other struck sir.

And when his pressing Iron was hot

He pressed a board instead of a Coat

And sailed home in a feather-bed boat

you never, etc,

The Tinker walking round the pan,

But Mault much feard his deep mouthd-can

Though he had conquered many man

and laid him in the Dike sir.

Yet was the Tinker gladly fain

With Mault to have a bout or twain

Till he again was shot ith brain,

you never etc.

Then bespake the Tinker anon

And said hed prove himself a man,

And laid at Mault till his legs were gone.

you never etc.

The Say[l]or he did curse and ban

He bid the boy go tap the can

Ile have about with Mault anon.

you never etc.

Aboard they went to try the match,

And long they playd at hope and catch,

Til Mault bestowd him under a hatch,

you never etc.

Then came a Chapman travelling by

With cheaping long his throat was dry.

And at Master Mault must fly,

and furiously him struck sir.

Till having laid at Mault apace,

Great store of blood was in his face

And he was found in such a case,

you never etc.

The Mason came an Oven to make,

The Bricklayer he his part did take

They bound him to the good Ale stake

you never, etc.

Then Mault began to tell his mind

And plyd them with Ale, Beer, and Wine

They left the Brick, Axe, Trowel behind,

they could not lay a Brick sir.

Then came the Laborer in his hood,

And saw his two Masters how they stood

He took Master Mault by the hood;

and swore he would him strike sir.

Mault he ran and for fear did weep,

The Laborer he did skip and leap.

But Mault made him into the morter leap,

and there he fell asleep sir.

The Glover came to buy a skin,

Mault bit him right above the chin

The Pewter-John came tumbling in,

you never etc.

And laid on heads and arms and joynts

Took away Gloves and a gross of points

And swore theyd pay him in quarts and pints

you never etc.

Thus of my Song Ile make an end,

And pray my Host to be my friend,

To give me some drink or money to spend

for Mault and I am quiet sir,

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere. and W.Gilbertson

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