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 hotheaded 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 blackheaded 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 newfangled 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.