They such wonderful tales to the jury was telling,
And there was a lot that was named Llewellin,
Who spun a most wonderful yarn.
That sometimes he was naked, & drunk too, I vow, sir,
That he crowed & moll rowed, & kick’d up a row, sir,
And wetted sometimes the back part of his trousers,
And they swore to be sure he was mad.
Now young Windham has conquered them all, and is right, sir,
He may fight, drink and sing, be enjoying his pipe, sir,
And he with his money can do as he likes, sir,