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T42485 MASTER Malt is a Gentleman, / And hath been since the World began, You never saw the like, Sir. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 361 A Pleasant Old BALLAD to look upon, / How Master Malt deals with every Man. [printed with Roxburghe 3.360] A Pleasant Old BALLAD to look upon, How Master Malt deals with every Man. A Pleasant Old BALLAD to look upon, How Master Malt deals with every Man. ?-?

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MASTER Malt is a Gentleman, And hath been since the World began, I never in my Life knew any Man, Could match with Master Malt, Sir. I never knew any match Malt but once, The Miller with his grinding Stones, He pulld his Flesh from off his Bones, You never saw the like, Sir. Malt, Malt, thou art a Flower, Beloved right well in evry Bower, Thou canst not be missing one half Hour, You never, etc. For laying of the Stones so close, Malt gave the Miller such a Copper-Nose, Saying, Thou and I will never be Foes, But unto thee Ill stick; Sir. Malt gave the Miller such a blow, That from his Horse he fell full low, He taught his Master Malt to know, You never, etc. Our Hostesss Maid was much to blame, To steal Malt away from her Dame, And in her Belly hide the same, You never, etc. That when the Malt did work in her Head, Twice in a Day she would be sped, At Night she could not get to Bed, Nor scarce stand on her Feet, Sir. Then came in Master Smith, And said, That Malt he was a Thief; But Malt gave him such a Dash ith 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 Piece to Square. And bid Malt come if he dare, Hed thwack his Sides and Belly bare, And him full soundly beat, Sir. To the Fire he went well warmd with Chips Malt bit him right betwixt the Lips, And made him Lame on both his Hips, You never, etc. The Shoemaker sitting on his Seat, At Master Malt began to fret, He said he would the Knave so beat, With his sharp Spanish Knife, Sir. But Malt came peeping through the Hall, And did his Brains so fiercely maul, He turned round and caught a Fall, You never, etc. The Weaver sitting at the Loom, He threatned Malt a cruel doom, And made him to repulse the Room, Or throw him in a Dike, Sir. Whereat a Court some Weavers kept, And to their Hostess boldly stept, Till chargd 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 Malt the Upper-hand so got, He knew not how [to pay the shot]
But Part without the Reckoning Pot, And found his Stomach sick, Sir. The Taylor came to grind his Shears, And shews to Malt what Spleen he bears, But soon they fell together by the Ears, And sore each other struck, Sir. And when his Pressing Iron was hot, He pressed the Board instead of a Coat, And sailed Home in a Feather-bed Boat, You never, etc. The Tinker walking round the Pan, But Malt much feard his Beer-mouthd Can, Though he had conquerd many a Man, And laid him in the Dyke, Sir. Yet was the Tinker gladly fain, With Malt to have a Bout or twain, Till he again was shot th Brain, You never, etc. Then bespake the Tinker anon, And said, Hed prove himself a Man, And laid at Malt till his Legs were gone, You never, etc. The Sailor he did Curse and Ban, He bid the Boy go tap the Can, Ill have a bout with Malt anon, You never, etc. Aboard they went to try the Match, And long they playd at hope and catch, Till Malt bestowd him under a Hatch, You never, etc. Then came a Chapman travelling by, With cheapning long his Throat was dry, And at Master Malt did fly, And furiously him struck, Sir. Till having laid at Malt 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 Malt began to tell his Mind, And plyd them with Beer, Ale, and Wine, They left Brick-Ax, Trowel, behind, They could not lay a Brick, Sir. Then came the Labourer in his Hood, And saw his two Masters how they stood, He took his Master Malt by the Hood, And swore he would him strike, Sir. Malt he ran, and for fear did weep, The Labourer he did skip and leap, But Malt made him into the Morter to leap, And there he fell a sleep, Sir, The Glover came to buy a Skin, Malt hit him right above the Chin; Then Porter John came tumbling in, You never, etc. And laid on Heads, and Arms, and Joints, Took away Gloves, and Gross of Points, And swore theyd pay him in Quarts and Pints, You never, etc. Thus of my Song Ill make an End, And pray my Host to be my Friend, To give me some Drink, or Money to spend, [For Malt and I am quiet Sir]