Young Jonesy went a-fishing,
Went a-fishing in the Taff
He caught a fish upon his hook,
That gave him quite a laff
Now what the kind of fish it was,
He didn't have a mind
But he didn't like the look of it,
So he threw it down a mine
Now the wyrm got fat and growed and growed,
And growed an awful size
With great big teeth and a great big gob,
And great big goggle eyes
And when at night it crawled about,
Looking for some booze
If it felt dry upon the road,
It milked a dozen coo's
This fearful wyrm went off to feed,
On calves and lambs and sheep
And swallowed little babes alive,
As they lay down to sleep
So Jones set out to catch the beast,
And cut it in two halves
And that soon stopped it eating babes,
And sheep and lambs and calves
So now you know how all the folks,
Right down my valley dear
Lost lots of sleep and lots or sheep,
And lived in mortal fear
So drink the health of brave old Jones,
Who kept the babes from harm
Saved cows and calves, by making halves
Of that Abertridwr Wyrm