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S3302 MAs Mault he is a Gentleman, / And hath beene since the world began, you neuer saw the like sir. [with variations] The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 427 A new Ballad for you to looke on, How Mault doth deale with euery one. [printed with Pepys 1.426] A new Ballad for you to looke on, How Mault doth deale with every one. A New Ballad for you to Look on, How Malt Deals with Everyone. ?-? H.G.

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