a tippling ballad

    on the duke of brunswick's breaking up his camp, and the defeat of the austrians, by dumourier, november 1792.

    when princes and prelates,

    and hot-headed zealots,

    a'europe had set in a low, a low,

    the poor man lies down,

    nor envies a crown,

    and comforts himself as he dow, as he dow,

    and comforts himself as he dow.

    the black-headed eagle,

    as keen as a beagle,

    he hunted o'er height and o'er howe,

    in the braes o' gemappe,

    he fell in a trap,

    e'en let him come out as he dow, dow, dow,

    e'en let him come out as he dow.

    but truce with commotions,

    and new-fangled notions,

    a bumper, i trust you'll allow;

    here's george our good king,

    and charlotte his queen,

    and lang may they ring as they dow, dow, dow,

    and lang may they ring as they dow.