COMMANDERS OF THE FAITHFUL.

The Pope he is a happy man,

His Palace is the Vatican,

And there he sits and drains his can:

The Pope he is a happy man.

I often say when I'm at home,

I'd like to be the Pope of Rome.

And then there's Sultan Saladin,

That Turkish Soldan full of sin;

He has a hundred wives at least,

By which his pleasure is increased:

I've often wished, I hope no sin,

That I were Sultan Saladin.

But no, the Pope no wife may choose,

And so I would not wear his shoes;

No wine may drink the proud Paynim,

And so I'd rather not be him:

My wife, my wine, I love, I hope,

And would be neither Turk nor Pope.