a tippling ballad（1/1）

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,

andforts himself as he dow, as he dow,

andforts 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 hime out as he dow, dow, dow,

e'en let hime out as he dow.

but truce withmotions,

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.