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When princes and prelates, And hot-headed zealots A' Europe had set in a lowe, lowe, lowe, The poor man lies down, Nor envies a crown, But contents himself wi' a mow, mow, mow. And why shouldna poor bodies mow, mow, mow? And why shouldna poor bodies mow? The rich they hae siller, and houses, and land, Poor bodies hae naething but mow.

When Brunswick's great Prince Gaed a crushing to France, Republican billies to cow, cow, cow, Great Brunswick's strange Prince Would have shown better sense, At hame wi' his Princess to mow, mow, mow.

And why shouldna, &c.