391. A Tippling Balladâ€”When Princes and Prelates, etc. by Robert Burns
WHEN Princes and Prelates,
And hot-headed zealots,
Aâ€™ 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 oâ€™er height and oâ€™er howe,
In the braes oâ€™ Gemappe,
He fell in a trap,
Eâ€™en let him come out as he dow, dow, dow,
Eâ€™en let him come out as he dow.
Â· Â· Â· Â· Â· Â· Â· But truce with commotions,
And new-fangled notions,
A bumper, I trust youâ€™ll allow;
Hereâ€™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.