%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE LIFE AND DEATH / OF THE / WEBSTERS MARE University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/26/2014 33211

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1 To the Weaver when you. UNKNOWN To the Weaver when you. IN Brichin did a Webster dwell, / who was a Man of Fame, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 643 THE LIFE AND DEATH / OF THE / WEBSTERS MARE THE LIFE AND DEATH OF THE WEBSTERS MARE THE LIFE AND DEATH OF THE WEBSTER'S MARE ?-?

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IN Brichin did a Webster dwell, who was a Man of Fame, And was the Deacon of his Trade, John Steinson was his Name: A Mare he had, a lusty Jade, both sturdy, stark and strong, Both lusty and trusty, and he had spar'd her long. The Webster bad his Mare go work, quoth she, I am not able; For neither get I Corn nor Hay, nor stand I in a Stable; But hunts me and dunts me, and dings me from the Town, And fells me, and tells me I am not worth my r[o]om. The Webster swore a bloody Oath, and out he drew a Knife, If one word come out of thy Head, I vow I'll take thy Life. The Mare ay, for fear ay, fell fainting to the Ground, And groaning and moaning, fell in a deadly Swoond. They clipped her, they nipped her, they took from her the Skin, The Haunshes and the Penshes they quickly brought them in: Make haste Dame, quoth he, and wash this Grease and dry it, For I will hazard on my Life the Doctor's Wife [will] buy it.
They rumbled her, they tumbled her, they shot her o'er the Brae, With rumbling and tumbling, she to the Ground did gae: But the Night being cald, and the Mare wanting her Skin; And Darkness came out o'er the Land and fain would she been in. She rapped and she chapped with her two forther Hoves, They heared and feared, and thought it had been Thieves: The Webster's Son was stout in Heart, he ran unto the Door, And thrust a Spear into the Mare, five quarters long and more. The Door ay, with more ay, they closed hastily, And trembling and shaking, and then for Help did cry. What ails thee my Son, he says, O! tell me if thou can: Ah and alas Father! he says, for I have kill'd a Man: If Magistrats and Senatours get knowledge of this Deed, They'll hang us and fine us without any remead. Then they run all unto the Door to bury the Man for fear, But when they came unto the Door they found it was the Mare.
Go hast you, I request you, and tell my Father dear, What will we, or shall we, do with this wicked Mare. O! hold thy Tongue my Son, he says, I think you are a Fool, I wish she had hung in her Cords, we'll eat her again Youl. We'll wash her, and we'll dash her; she's all smir'd o'er with Dub, We'll wring her and sling her, and salt her in a Tub: And we'll cry in our Neighbours all, and bid them all come in, John Duncanson, John Davidson and kind Pettie Grin; And Tamy Mill come if thou wi[lt] and bear good Company, For we shall have a merry Feast, and we shall merry be. On Christmass day this greazy [lot?] did all conveen in haste. The hail Tribe of Yarn-stealers [there?] came all unto the Feast: They eat and drank, and made a R[ow?] till they beshit the Stool: All Terms's good, I do conclude, and bid you now farewel.
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