The Jolly Welsh-Woman.  
Who drinking at the Sign of the Crown in London, found a Spring In her Mugg, for Joy of which her Sung the praise of Old England, resolving never to return to Wales again.  
Tune of, hay brave Popery, etc.  

Licenced according to Order.  
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THere was an Old woman came out of North Wales,  
And up to fair London her merrily Sails,  
It was for her pleasure Cuts-plutter-a-nails,   

Sing O brave Welsh Woman, Jolly brave Welsh Woman,  
Delicate Welsh Woman O.   

As soon as her came into fair London town,  
Hur went to an Alehouse the sign of the Crown,  
In order to tipple her strength did sit down,   

Sing O brave Welsh woman, etc.   

Hur being a weary and willing to rest,  
Hur would not be one of the worst of the Guest,  
But call●d for a pitcher of Ale of the best,   

Sing O brave Welsh woman, etc.   

The Tapster then giving the jugg in her hand,  
The Welsh woman straight on her feet she did stand,  
And drank a good Health to her King of England,   

Sing O brave Welsh Woman, etc.   

Now while her had gotten the jugg at her snout,  
And being both lusty, courageous and stout,  
Hur gave it a tug, till her swigged it half out,   

Sing O rare Welsh woman, etc.   

The Tapster he see her to be of that strain,  
And how she did tipple the Liquor amain,  
Thought he I will fill up thy pitcher again,   

Sing O brave Welsh Woman, Jolly brave Welsh Woman,  
Delicate Welsh Woman O.   

The jugg her had placed on the Bench by her side,  
To which the young tapster did cunningly slide,  
And filled it as if it had been a full tide,   

Sing O brave Welsh Woman, Jolly brave Welsh Woman,  
Delicate Welsh Woman O.   

Now her did not know how her pitcher did fill,  
Therefore her did say with a merry good will,  
Here's Tipple and drink, and her Pitcher full still?   

Sing O brave England, Jolly brave England,  
Delicate England O.   

The praise of this Nation Cuts-plu● her will sing,  
Hur never had known such a wonderful thing,  
The juggs in this land has a delicate spring,   

sing O brave England etc.,   

Once more she saluted the lips of her mugg,  
And gave it a hearty and dextrous tug,  
The Tapster once more he did fill up her jugg,   

sing O brave England etc.,   

The Liquor up into her Noddle did steel,  
The Floor with her feet then her hardly could feel,  
So that her begins for to stagger and reel,   

sing O brave Welsh Woman, etc.   

Hur swore her would never to Wales any more,  
For here her has tasted Rich liquor good store,  
The like in all Wales her had ne'er drank before,   

sing O brave England etc.,   

Hereafter her never will honour the Leek,  
This was the best Nation as e'er her did seek,  
Here's liquor of life that will make a Cat speak,   

sing O brave England etc.,   

In praise of this liquor her Cap up she flung,  
For why it Created an Eloquent Tongue,  
Besides it will make an Old Woman look young,   

sing O brave Nappy Ale, Delicate Nappy Ale,  
Dainty fine Nappy Ale O.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.