A Tippling Ballad—When Princes and Prelates, etc

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.