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.