When Princes and Prelates


 * When Princes and Prelates and het-headed zealots
 * All Europe hae set in a lowe,
 * The poor man lies down, nor envies a crown,
 * And comforts himsel with a mowe.—


 * And why shouldna poor folk mowe, mowe, mowe,
 * And why shouldna poor folk mowe:
 * The great folk hae siller, and houses and lands,
 * Poor bodies hae naething but mowe.—


 * When Brunswick's great Prince cam a cruising to France
 * Republican billies to cowe,
 * Bauld Brunswick's great Prince wad hae shawn better sense
 * At hame with his Princess to mowe.—


 * And why shouldna, &c.


 * Out over the Rhine proud Prussia wad shine,
 * To spend his best blood he did vow;
 * But Frederic had better ne'er forded the water,
 * But spent as he docht in a mowe.—


 * And why, &c.—


 * By sea and by shore! the Emperor swore,
 * In Paris he'd kick up a row;
 * But Paris saw ready just leugh at the laddie
 * And bad him gae tak a mowe.—


 * And why, &c.—


 * And Kate laid her claws on poor Stanislaus,
 * And Poland has bent like a bow:
 * May the deil in her arse ram a huge prick of brass!
 * And damn her in hell with a mowe!


 * And why, &c.—


 * But truce with commotions and new-fangled notions,
 * A bumper I trust you'll allow:
 * Here's George our gude king and Charlotte his queen,
 * And lang may they tak a gude mowe!