%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> There I mnmpt you now: or, / Mumping Megs resolution & love to her old Sweetheart / Whom now she hath rejected, / And makes him for to know, / How ill he's been affected, / There I think I mumpt you now. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1650-1650 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/17/2018 36215

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R187475 2 Ile go no more into Scotland for to lye [unknown] I'll Go No More Into Scotland For To Lye To the same tune [unknown] To the Same Tune Sweet Meg, behold thy Willy's now / returned from the Wars, SInce that your mind is known sir, / henceforwards Ile prevent There I think I mumpt you now. [with variation] For I think I mumpt you now. [with variation] Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 41 There I mnmpt you now: or, / Mumping Megs resolution & love to her old Sweetheart / Whom now she hath rejected, / And makes him for to know, / How ill he's been affected, / There I think I mumpt you now. There I mumped you now: or, Mumping Meg's resolution & love to her old Sweetheart Whom now she hath rejected, And makes him for to know, How ill he's been affected, There I think I mumped you now. 1650-1650 F.G.

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SWeet Meg, behold thy Willys now returned from the Wars, I fought against the Cavalires, behold my wounds and scars: Come sit thee down by me awhile, some kindness to me show, And thou shalt see That thy Willy loves thee now. What is the cause thou art so coy. Sweet-heart now tell to me: Whats that to thee, thou sawcy knave but fools must medling be. Think not to play the Jack with me, your tricks too well I know: Ha, ha, good Sir. There I think I mumpt you now. Let me but touch thy hand, sweet-heart what doth that mumping mean? Alas, good Sir, your snapping short do's make you look so lean: You think to make a fool of me, if that you knew but how: Hands off, forbear, There I think I mumpt you now. I do remember well the time ere first to Wars thou wentst, Thou hadst not one peny in thy purse till I thee money lent: Thou spentst it on another Wench, a light one, this I know: Yet Ile say no more, For I think I mumpt you now.
Six Milkmaids met at Islington, whom there was much strife Thy promise was to every one, that she should be thy wife: and five of them thou got'st with childe, more cunning knave art thou: Yet Ile say no more, For I think I mumpt you now. An honest Maid near Billingsgate thou also hast undone, Which for a twelvemoneth after thee did through the countreys run; And now she's turned Oysterwench, and lives she cares not how; But Ile say no more, For I think I mumpt you now. Two Lasses in the countrey also thou didst deceive, Too good to keep thee company, and yet thou didst them leave: The one of them will follow thee when once her belly's low, Yet Ile say no more, For I think I mumpt you now. Yet after all this Knavery thou com'st to me again, Thinking to have my company, although it is but vain: It is not all thy flattery can win me to thy Bow, Therefore be gone, For I think I mumpt you now.
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SInce that your mind is known sir, henceforwards Ile prevent The keeping of such company, lest I too late repent: I'd better be unmaried stil, then match I know not how, Yet Ile say no more, For I think I mumpt you now. And yet Iv'e other sweethearts store, which for my favour sues, I think no less then half a score, whereon to pick and chuse: And yet the worst amongst them all is not so bad as thou: Yet Ile say no more, For I think I mumpt you now. Ther's Andrew the Shoe-maker, whose dealing is upright: And Robin Black the Currier, which I too much did slight: Ile never shake off such a man to mach with thee I trow, Then away, be gone, There I think I mumpt you now. Ther's honest Tom the Taylor too, he might go thorough stitch: If I should match with such a man, I should be wondrous rich, Each year new Gown and Petty-coat to me he would allow, Yet Ile say no more, For I think I mumpt you now.
Fine Frank the Woollen drapers man which would be very loath To see my children naked go, having such store of cloath: & thinkst thou with thy nimble tongue to win me to thy Bow: No, no, forbear, For I think I mumpt you now. Also ther's George the Weavers boy a very hansome youth, I love that Lad with all my heart, because he means the truth: I scorn to deal with such a man, That onely loves in shew Be gone therefore, For I think I mumpt you now. Therefore it is in vain to stay, then pray you Sir be gone, I mean to have an honest man, or else Ile marry none: Ile never leave on honest freind to take a knave, I trow, Farewell, good Sir, There I think I mumpt you now. I wish all other Lasses were according to my minde, To serve all such Dissemblers as they deserve by kinde: He thought to make a fool of me if that he knew but how: But was deceived, For I think I mumpt you now.
FINIS. London, Printed for F.G.