391. A Tippling Ballad—When Princes and Prelates, etc.
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HEN 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.
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