This moved Bacchus presently to call For a great jug which held about five quarts, And filling to the Brim; come here my hearts Said he, wee’l drink about this merry health, To th’ honour of the Town, their state, their wealth,
And for the sake of this good nappy ale, Of my great favour it shall never fail,
Bacchus and his party having once tasted the ale, drink all the casks out—
then out they pull’d the Taps And stuck the Spiddocks finely in their hats,
The Court then adjourns to Easingwold—
With Nanny Driffield there to drink a glass For Bacchus having heard of her strong ale, He swore by Jupiter, he would not fail To have a merry bout if he did find Her nappy ale to please his princely Mind;
Bacchus is so delighted with the ale that he grants her letters patent.
Bacchus Prince of good fellows; To all to whom These our brave letters Pattents shall now come, Whereas wee’ve been informed now of late, That Nanny Driffield our great court and state For many years last past has much advanced By her strong humming ale. . . .