The juggs in this land has a delicate Spring.
Sing O brave England &c.
Once more she saluted the lips of her Mugg,
And gave it a hearty and dextrous tugg,
The Tapster once more he did fill up her jugg.
Sing O brave England &c.
The Liquor up into her Noddle did steel,
The Floor with her feet hur hardly could feel,
So that hur began for to stagger and reel.
Sing O brave England &c.