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A Merry Dialogue between a Maid and her Master, OR, All Covet all Loose.
All you that list to hear a jest,
Give ear to what shall be exprest,
And you shall know what words were said,
Between a Master and a Maid.
After they had a bargain made,
This Couple drove a subtle trade,
If you'l be plea••'d to stay a while,
I'me sure this Jest will make you smile.
To a delightful new Tune, called, Fill her belly full, full.
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Master.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••ave a house trim'd up most galiant & brave
••nd a good servant maid my desire is to have,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 give her what wages so ever shée'l crave,
••••d Ile fill her belly full, full,
••••e shall have her belly full, full.
Maid.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••m a poor Maiden, and fain would do well,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 find a good Master, if I could but tell,
that I might have meat, and drink at my will
••••d go with my belly, &c.
Master.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 Maid, if thou a servant wilt be,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 art minded for to dwell with me,
that I may injoy thy company,
••••ou shalt have thy belly, &c.
Maid.
Maidens of our Town lo beth good chéer,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 pudings & sweet-breads al the whole year
〈◊〉〈◊〉 care not though bread-corn be never so dear
they may have their belly, &c.
Master.
VVhy then fair Maid, thou must have a regard,
To hold out thy labour, be it never so hard,
And for thy endeavours I will thée reward:
Ile give thee thy, &c.
Maid.
Your hushould work Master, I me willing to do
And any thing I am desired by you;
Ile make your bed soft, & do th'other thing too,
So that I may have my, &c.
Master.
Fair Maid, I sée thou art proper and tall,
Yet sometimes the weakest do go to the wall,
But methinks a VVoman shews the comliest of all
When she goes with her, &c.
Maid.
I like of your kindness and proffers to me,
And your frindship to me in every degree,
But the puddings & swéet-breads I long for to see,
That I may have my belly full, full,
That I might have my belly full, full.
The second part,
to the same Tune.
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Master.
Then first thou must get ye butchers good-will
to save all ye swéet-breads when oxen they kil
That is the best way, and Ile use my best skil,
Cause thou shalt have thy belly full, full,
Cause thou shalt have thy belly full, full.
Maid.
VVhat wages kind Mr. pray will you give me,
That I for my labour may look to receive;
Pray tell me the truth, that I may you believe
When I go with my belly, &c.
Master.
Ile buy heée new clothing, made fit for thy back
And thou shalt each morning drink sugar & sack
And ile give thée a toy some pretty Maids lack,
And Ile fill &c.
VVhen he had thus speked, they joyntly agréed,
And twelve pence in earnest he gave her with spéed
And after concluded to do her a good deed;
T was to fi••l up her, &c.
For the very same night the bargin was made,
The Master himself went to bed with's Maid,
No doubt but her wages he twice over paid,
For she hàd her belly fill'd, &c.
He gave her a breakfast, as she did it call,
He gave her a pudding, but that was but small;
She told him that she must have swéet-bread & all
For to fill up, &c.
But after this merriment, sorrow befell,
The pudding he gave her, made her for to swell
VVhich caus'd her with tears, this sad story to tel,
He had fill'd up her belly too full, &c.
Her Master grew angery with her therefore,
And cal'd her lewd strumpet, false quee•• & base whore
& therewithal he turned her out of door.
Her belly being wondrous full, &c.
Let all other Maidens that hear this new Song
take héed how they deal wth a false hearted man
In trusting her Master, she did her self wrong,
For he fil'd her belly too full, &c.
There's choice of fine junkets for Maidens to eat,
The which may be had at a very cheap rate;
But puddings and swéet-breads are dangerous, mrat,
If you fill your bellies too full, full,
If you fill your bellies too full, full.
FINIS.