Till greasie drops fell from his nose,
And like a beast befoul'd his hose,
Whilst Jones Ale &c
A Welshman he came next, Sir,
With joy and sorrow mixt Sir,
Who being partly vext Sir,
he out his dagger drew.
Cuts-plutter-a-nails, quoth Taffie then,
A Welshman is a Shentleman
Come Hostis fill's the other Can,