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A Tippling Ballad—When Princes and Prelates, etc.

by Robert Burns, 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.

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
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