The ballad from the Bodleian Library linked by Malcolm Douglas.

Lyr. Add: A Jug of This

You tiplers all as you pass by
Call in and drink if you be dry
Call in and drink think it not amiss
To pawn my shirt for a jug of this.

You mariners all if you have a crown
You are welcome here to sit all down
Come spend my lads your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this.

Now I am bound unto some Spanish shore
Where thundering cannons loud will roar
Crown my desire fulfil my wish
A pretty girl and a jug of tiis.

Now I'm grown old and scarce can crawl
With my grey beard and my head bald
Transform me now into a fish
That I may swim in a jug of this.

When I am dead and in my grave
And all my sorrows past and fled
Crown my desire fulfill my wish
Write on my tomb a jug of this.

J. Pitts, London. Between 1819-1844.
Harding B16(120c)