This," said he, as he filled the glass again, "is genuine malt and hop liquor, brewed in a way only known, they say, to some few people in this place.

You must, however, take care how much you take of it.

Only a few glasses will make you dispute with your friends, and a few more quarrel with them.

Strange things are said of what Llangollen ale made people do of yore; and I remember that when I was young and could drink ale, two or three glasses of the Llangollen juice of the barleycorn would make me--however, those times are gone by." "Has Llangollen ale," said I, after tasting the second glass, "ever been sung in Welsh?
is there no englyn upon it ?" "No," said the old church clerk, "at any rate, that I am aware." "Well," said I, "I can't sing its praises in a Welsh englyn, but I think I can contrive to do so in an English quatrain, with the help of what you have told me.

What do you think of this ?-- "Llangollen's brown ale is with malt and hop rife; 'Tis good; but don't quaff it from evening till dawn; For too much of that ale will incline you to strife; Too much of that ale has caused knives to be drawn." "That's not so bad," said the old church clerk, "but I think some of our bards could have produced something better--that is, in Welsh; for example old--What's the name of the old bard who wrote so many englynion on ale ?" "Sion Tudor," said I; "O yes; but he was a great poet.