Fortunate weaver's uprise, or, The landlady well pleased/The maltman

THE MALTMAN.

THE maltman comes on Munday,
be craves wonder fair,
Cries "Dame come gi'e me my filler,
"or may ye sall ne’er get mair,"
I took into into the pantry.
and gave him some cock-broo,
Syne paid him upon a gantree,
as hostler-wives should do.

When maltmen come for filler,
and gaugers wi' wands o’er soon,
Wives, tak them a’ down to the cellar,
and clear them as I ha’e done.
This bewith when cunzie is scanty,
will keep them frae making din;
The knack I learn’d frae an auld aunty,
the snackest o' a’ my kin.

The maltman is right cunning,
but I can be as slee,
An’ he may crack o’ his winning,
whan he clears fcores wi’ me;
For come whan he likes, I'm ready,
but if frae hame I be,
Let him wait on our kind Lady,
she’ll answer a bill for me.

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Glasgow, Printed by J & M. Robertson Saltmarket, 1802.