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 expressed,  
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'll be plea●'d to stay a while,  
I'm sure this Jest will make you smile.   
To a delightful new Tune, called, Fill her belly full, full.  
 
 


Master.  
〈◊〉 ●ave a house trimmed up most galiant & brave  
●nd a good servant maid my desire is to have,  
〈◊〉 give her what wages so ever she'll crave,   

●●d I'll 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, etc.   

Master.  
〈◊〉 Maid, if thou a servant wilt be,  
〈◊〉 art minded for to dwell with me,  
that I may enjoy thy company,   

●●ou shalt have thy belly, etc.   

Maid.  
Maidens of our Town lo beth good cheer,  
〈◊〉 pudings & sweetbreads all the whole year  
〈◊〉 care not though breadcorn be never so dear   

they may have their belly, etc.   

Master.  
Why then fair Maid, thou must have a regard,  
To hold out thy labour, be it never so hard,  
And for thy endeavours I will thee reward:   

I'll give thee thy, etc.   

Maid.  
Your hushould work Master, I me willing to do  
And any thing I am desired by you;  
I'll make your bed soft, & do th'other thing too,   

So that I may have my, etc.   

Master.  
Fair Maid, I see thou art proper and tall,  
Yet sometimes the weakest do go to the wall,  
But methinks a Woman shows the comeliest of all   

When she goes with her, etc.   

Maid.  
I like of your kindness and proffers to me,  
And your friendship 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.  
 
 

Master.  
Then first thou must get the butchers goodwill  
to save all the swéet-breads when oxen they kill  
That is the best way, and I'll use my best skill,   

'Cause thou shalt have thy belly full, full,  
'Cause thou shalt have thy belly full, full.   

Maid.  
What 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, etc.   

Master.  
I'll buy heée new clothing, made fit for thy back  
And thou shalt each morning drink sugar & sack  
And i'll give thee a toy some pretty Maids lack,   

And I'll fill etc.   

When he had thus speked, they jointly agreed,  
And twelve pence in earnest he gave her with speed  
And after concluded to do her a good deed;   

T was to fi●l up her, etc.   

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 filled, etc.   

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, etc.   

But after this merriment, sorrow befell,  
The pudding he gave her, made her for to swell  
Which caused her with tears, this sad story to tell,   

He had filled up her belly too full, etc.   

Her Master grew angry with her therefore,  
And called her lewd strumpet, false quee● & base whore  
& therewithal he turned her out of door.   

Her belly being wondrous full, etc.   

Let all other Maidens that hear this new Song  
take heed how they deal with a false hearted man  
In trusting her Master, she did herself wrong,   

For he filled her belly too full, etc.   

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.   

London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.