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.