CHAUNT.
There was Ap Shenken, and Ap Jenken—Ap Rice,
and Ap Price—Ap Wynn and Ap Gwynn—Ap Lloyd
and Ap Floyd—from Carnarvon to Llangollen—to
Carmarthen and Hellvellyn—all capering like
goats, and spluttering their throats—to think a
Prince of Wales, was born again to crown their
vales—and all was fun and jollity, throughout the
Principality. There was roasted cheese and ale,
which they swallowed by the pail! For the
Lord
Mayor they all said, must be a
Welchman born and
bred,
From the very top of his head to the bottom,
Down below!
As their Prince was born upon his day,
Therefore they would be merry!
