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There was a lord that hight Maltete	A
Among great lords he was right great	A
On poor folk trod he like the dirt	A
None but God might do him hurt	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
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With a grace of prayers sung loud and late	A
Many a widow s house he ate	A
Many a poor knight at his hands	C
Lost his house and narrow lands	C
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
He burnt the harvests many a time	B
He made fair houses heaps of lime	B
Whatso man loved wife or maid	A
Of Evil head was sore afraid	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
He slew good men and spared the bad	A
Too long a day the foul dog had	A
E en as all dogs will have their day	A
But God is as strong as man I say	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
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For a valiant knight men called Boncoeur	D
Had hope he should not long endure	D
And gathered to him much good folk	E
Hardy hearts to break the yoke	E
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
But Boncoeur deemed it would be vain	F
To strive his guarded house to gain	F
Therefore within a little while	G
He set himself to work by guile	G
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
He knew that Maltete loved right well	H
Red gold and heavy If from hell	H
The Devil had cried Take this gold cup	I
Down had he gone to fetch it up	I
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
Twenty poor men s lives were nought	A
To him beside a ring well wrought	A
The pommel of his hunting knife	J
Was worth ten times a poor man s life	J
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
A squire new come from over sea	K
Boncoeur called to him privily	H
And when he knew his lord s intent	A
Clad like a churl therefrom he went	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
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But when he came where dwelt Maltete	A
With few words did he pass the gate	A
For Maltete built him walls anew	L
And wageless folk from field he drew	L
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
Now passed the squire through this and that	A
Till he came to where Sir Maltete sat	A
And over red wine wagged his beard	A
Then spoke the squire as one afeard	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
Lord give me grace for privily	H
I have a little word for thee	K
Speak out said Maltete have no fear	D
For how can thy life to thee be dear	D
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
Such an one I know he said	A
Who hideth store of money red	A
Maltete grinned at him cruelly	K
Thou florin maker come anigh	J
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
E en such as thou once preached of gold	A
And showed me lies in books full old	A
Nought gat I but evil brass	M
Therefore came he to the worser pass	M
Deus est Deus pauperum	B
	-
Hast thou will to see his skin	N
I keep my heaviest marks therein	N
For since nought else of wealth had he	K
I deemed full well he owed it me	K
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Nought know I of philosophy	K
The other said nor do I lie	H
Before the moon begins to shine	O
May all this heap of gold be thine	O
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Ten leagues from this a man there is	P
Who seemeth to know but little bliss	Q
And yet full many a pound of gold	A
A dry well nigh his house doth hold	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
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John a Wood is he called fair lord	A
Nor know I whence he hath this hoard	A
Then Maltete said As God made me	K
A wizard over bold is he	K
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
It were a good deed as I am a knight	A
To burn him in a fire bright	A
This John a Wood shall surely die	H
And his gold in my strong chest shall lie	H
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
This very night I make mine avow	J
The truth of this mine eyes shall know	R
Then spoke an old knight in the hall	H
Who knoweth what things may befall	H
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
I rede thee go with a great rout	A
For thy foes they ride thick about	A
Thou and the devil may keep my foes	S
Thou redest me this gold to lose	T
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
I shall go with but some four or five	J
So shall I take my thief alive	J
For if a great rout he shall see	K
Will he not hide his wealth from me	K
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
The old knight muttered under his breath	U
Then mayhap ye shall but ride to death	U
But Maltete turned him quickly round	A
Bind me this gray beard under ground	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Because ye are old ye think to jape	I
Take heed ye shall not long escape	I
When I come back safe old carle perdie	A
Thine head shall brush the linden tree	K
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Therewith he rode with his five men	V
And Boncoeur s spy for good leagues ten	V
Until they left the beaten way	A
And dusk it grew at end of day	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
There in a clearing of the wood	A
Was John s house neither fair nor good	A
In a ragged plot his house anigh	J
Thin coleworts grew but wretchedly	K
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
John a Wood in his doorway sat	A
Turning over this and that	A
And chiefly how he best might thrive	J
For he had will enough to live	J
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Green coleworts from a wooden bowl	H
He ate but careful was his soul	H
For if he saw another day	A
Thenceforth was he in Boncoeur s pay	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
So when he saw how Maltete came	K
He said Beginneth now the game	K
And in the doorway did he stand	A
Trembling with hand joined fast to hand	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
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When Maltete did this carle behold	A
Somewhat he doubted of his gold	A
But cried out Where is now thy store	D
Thou hast through books of wicked lore	D
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Then said the poor man right humbly	K
Fair lord this was not made by me	K
I found it in mine own dry well	H
And had a mind thy grace to tell	H
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Therefrom my lord a cup I took	W
This day that thou thereon mightst look	W
And know me to be leal and true	L
And from his coat the cup he drew	L
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
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Then Maltete took it in his hand	A
Nor knew he ought that it used to stand	A
On Boncoeur s cupboard many a day	A
Go on he said and show the way	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
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Give me thy gold and thou shalt live	J
Yea in my house thou well mayst thrive	J
John turned about and gan to go	R
Unto the wood with footsteps slow	R
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
But as they passed by John s woodstack	R
Growled Maltete Nothing now doth lack	R
Wherewith to light a merry fire	D
And give my wizard all his hire	D
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
The western sky was red as blood	A
Darker grew the oaken wood	A
Thief and carle where are ye gone	X
Why are we in the wood alone	Y
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
What is the sound of this mighty horn	Z
Ah God that ever I was born	Z
The basnets flash from tree to tree	K
Show me thou Christ the way to flee	K
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Boncoeur it was with fifty men	V
Maltete was but one to ten	V
And his own folk prayed for grace	A2
With empty hands in that lone place	A2
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Grace shall ye have Boncoeur said	A
All of you but Evil head	A
Lowly could that great lord be	K
Who could pray so well as he	K
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Then could Maltete howl and cry	H
Little will he had to die	H
Soft was his speech now it was late	A
But who had will to save Maltete	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
They brought him to the house again	V
And toward the road he looked in vain	F
Lonely and bare was the great highway	A
Under the gathering moonlight grey	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
They took off his gilt basnet	A
That he should die there was no let	A
They took off his coat of steel	H
A damned man he well might feel	H
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Will ye all be rich as kings	B2
Lacking naught of all good things	B2
Nothing do we lack this eve	J
When thou art dead how can we grieve	J
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
Let me drink water ere I die	A
None henceforth comes my lips anigh	J
They brought it him in that bowl of wood	A
He said This is but poor men s blood	A
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
They brought it him in the cup of gold	A
He said The women I have sold	A
Have wept it full of salt for me	K
I shall die gaping thirstily	H
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
	-
On the threshold of that poor homestead	A
They smote off his evil head	A
They set it high on a great spear	D
And rode away with merry cheer	D
Deus est Deus pauperum	K
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At the dawn in lordly state	A
They rode to Maltete s castle gate	A
Whoso willeth laud to win	N
Make haste to let you	L