THE Welshman's Protestation, Concerning the corruptions of these times. With her last Will and Testament, writ and pupplished with her own hand fifteen tayes after her own teeth. With a Song her was never apide in awle her life, pecause her was Sheare her Country.  
Printed, 1641.   

The Welshman's Protestation concerning the corruption of these times.  
FIrst her was vow, and protest, her was always live in te faith tat her ancient predecessors was live in, and tey was called Protestants.  
Item, he was never apide to hear tat her was deputy of Ireland, and her was never love treasons, pecot her was always love her head a creat teale better.  
Item, her was never love to pee papistical Pisshit, nor never was love to pow to te Alter, by S. Taffie, her was afraid a shiding, and peheading, or hanging.  
Item, her was never apide in all her life to pe Patentee, pecot her was always love her own ears, and hate te pillory.  
Item, her was hate to pe Shudge for divers reasons.  
First, be causpopy her was very pitiful, and was never find in her heart to hang te poor rogues.  
Item, tey say, Shustice was pe plind, and her was love her eyes extremely.  
Item, her was not apide to te ship-monies.  
And lastly, her was never apide to pe hanged herself, put like te Monkey py te middle.  
Item, her was never apide to pe papist or puritan.  
Item, her was never apide to pe Arminian, pecot her was like a creen stick, her was pow to much.  
Item, her was never love te Prownist, her was always call her prother, and her was porne a creat teal better Shentleman ten herself.  
Item, her was never apide to company of te Adamites, for if her go naked in te winter, pecot her was always take cold.  
Item, her was never affect te Family of love, pecot Cod was never pless her, if her lie with her neighpours wife. Put her was ever telight to pe Shentleman of Wales, to ride on hunting, and follow te pawling Togs over te hills, over te tales, over te tich, over te pales, to hunt te nimple Hare, with te pugle horn py her side, and catch her if her can, and roast her for her supper, when her has cot her could stomach in catching on her, 'tis was a creat teal better ten peheading, or hanging, or putting her head in te pillory, and make her look like an owl in te Ivypush, or scratching out her eyes, or powing to Idols, or pe called prother when her was none of her kindred, or catching cold with te Adamites, or tamning her own soul, for loving her Neighpours Wife, pecot tose tat was ever telight in it, her was take it for Shinkin up Morgan, up Howell, up Will, up Ralph, up Taffie, for py Saint Taffie, her was telight in peace apove awle things.  
Te last Will and Testament of Thomas up Shinkin, up Morgan, up Howell, up Will, up Ralph, up Taffie, Shentleman of Wales, which was writ and pupplished fifteen tayes after her own teeth and puriall py her own hand.  
IN te name of te creat Cot Amen.  
To morrow after te Feast of Saint Taffie, in te fourteen, fifteen, twenty year of the rain of Cadwallin, te pig, son and heir to create Prute, te creat Prittaine, ay Thomas up Shinkin, up Morgan, up Howell, up Will, up Ralph, up Taffie, peing sick of body, put in mind and memory, Cod knows, was here make her last Will and Testament.  
First her was make her loving Wife Shillian her sole Executioner.  
Item, her was kive, her eldest son shone, up Thomas, up Shinkin, up Morgan, up Howell, up William, up Ralph, up Taffie, a creat stone house that stands in te pottome of te mountain, in te full face of te Sun.  
Item, her was kive her eldest servant Thomas up Morgan, up shone, up Ralph, up Taffie, pecause her was could Shentleman, and was serve her, her creat Crandfather, four yards of frise to make her mourning Shak●t.  
Item, her was kive her daughter Shennie four yards of pul-rush to make her cold ring.  
Item, her was kive her eldest son shone up Thomas, up Shinkin, up Morgan, up Howell, up William, up Ralph, up Taffie, because her was have some of her own father's spirit, and valour, her two-edged pack sword.  
Item, her was most earnestly entreat her loving Wife Shillian, and sole Executioner, to pay awle her tepts her was not shuse put pay, if cot had spared her life her was pay awl.  
Item, her was kive ten shillings for shunkets.  
Imprimis, four creat sheeses cut out in causpopy.  
Item, four pushels leek roasted.  
And lastly, four pushels of onions to make awle her cousins and kinfolks cry.  
Item, her was kive ten shillings to te creat clerk of creat Saint Mary's, tat her was ring te creat pell to kive creat Cod almighty tat her was coming that her was send Saint Peter to open her creat cate and let her in.  
Item, her was most earnestly entreat her loving cretiters to whom her was owe creat sums of moneys, tat her was take whole pound of creise in steed of pound of moneys.  
Item, her was love her overseers if her was ho●●st to her, and see her will executed, and her was interceded for her, when her was in heaven with her creat Saint Taffie.  
And tus her pequeath her soul into te hands of te almighty who was her maker, and redeemer, and her was in a creat teale of hope was prove at last her sanctifier, and her was pequeath her podie to te crowned to pe puried in te Church of creat Saint Mary's; and her was always tesire tat her neighbours if tey were shentilemen to testify with her tat her was tie in te protestantine faith and set teyre hands to it.  
The hands of her neighbours. Shone up Harrie, up Shames, up Ralph Howell, up Morgan, up Taffie, up Ralph, up Shinkin.   

A Song which her was never apide in awle her life pecause her was shear her country.  

Creat St. Taffie, and little St. Tavid,  
How well was receive te creen onion▪  
And every neck  
Eat pushels of leek,  
Except was receive te Communion▪   

Was puilt her a cappin was covered most brave,  
And was puilt at te foot of te mountain,  
When her was taste te crape  
Was scorn te drape,  
And was drink te fair e water of te Fountain.   

Was tinke it much f●tter  
If tat her was got her  
To eat te fat peefe a●●●e mutton.  
Put in stead of awl tese  
Herod was eat toasted cheese,  
Until her was break off her putton.   

Tilpury camp was a creat while ago,  
Taffie Taffie.  
Pecot her was there with one thousand more,  
cousin Taffie.   

Was creat teale of horse  
And a creat teale of folk  
Taffie, Taffie.  
Was a creat teale of Cunn  
Made a creat teale of smoke  
cousin Taffie.   

Taffie was borne in te chink of a w●ll,  
Taffie, Taffie.  
Her Father was Cuckold  
Her Mother was tell,  
cousin Taffie.   
FINIS.