The Welshmans Song, in praise of Wales.
I’s not come here to tauke of Prut,
From whence the Welse dos take hur root;
Nor tell long Pedegree of Prince Camber,
Whose linage would fill full a Chamber,
Nor sing the deeds of ould Saint Davie,
The Ursip of which would fill a Navie,
But hark me now for a liddell tales
Sall make a great deal to the creddit of Wales:
For her will tudge your eares,