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R181875 1 NONE Greensleeves As Mault is a Gentlemen, / and hath been since the world began Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 277 A pleasant new Ballad to look upon, How Mault deals with every man. [printed with Euing 1.282] A pleasant new Ballad to look upon, How Mault deals with every man. A pleasant new Ballad to look upon, How Malt deals with every man. 1674-1674 F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and T. Clarke.

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MAs Mault is a Gentlemen, and hath been since the world began I never in my life knew any man, could match with master Mault sir. I never knew any match Mault but once, The Miller with his grinding stones, He puld his flesh from off his bones, you never saw the like sir. Mault, Mault, thou art a flower, Beloved right well in every Bower. Thou canst not be missing one half hour, you never, etc. For laying the stones so close, Mault gave the Miller a Copper-nose, Saying 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. Our Hostis 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 get to bed, nor scarce stand on her feet sir. Then came in Master Smith, And said that Mault he was a thief, but Mault 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 Mault come if he dare, Hed twack his sides and belly bare, and him full soundly beat sir. to the fire he went wel warmd with chips Mault hit him right betwixt the lips And made him lame on both his hips, you never, etc. The Shoomaker sitting on his seat, At Master 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 turned round and caught a fall, you never, etc. The Weaver sitting in the Loom, He threatned Mault a cruel doom, And make him to repulse the room? or throw him in a Dike sir. Whereat a Court some Weavers kept, And to their Hostess boldly slept, 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 Mault the upper hand so got, He knew not hew to pay the shot,
But part without the reckoning pot, and found his stomack sick sir. The Taylor came to grind his shears, And shews to Mault 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 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 feared his beer-mouthd can Though he had conquerd many a 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 Saylor he did curse and ban, He bid the boy go tap the Can, Ile have a bout with Mault anon, you never, etc. Aboard they went to try the match, And long they plaid at hope and catch, Till Mault bestowd him under a hatch, you never, etc. Then came a Chapman travelling by, With cheapning long his throat was dry, And at Master Mault did flye, 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, & Wine, They left the Brick-axe, Trowel behind, they could not lay a brick sir. Then came the Laboror in his hood, And saw his two masters how they stood, He took Mas[t]er Mault by the hood, and swore he would him strike sir. Mault he ran and for fear did weep, The Laboror he did skip and leap, But Mault made him into the Morter to leap, and there he fell a sleep sir. The Glover came to buy a Skin, Mault hit 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 & 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.
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