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THE SHIP. |
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THE SHIP.
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A King, a Pope, and a Kaiser,And a Queen—most fair was she—
Went sailing, sailing, sailing,
Over a sunny sea.
And amid them sat a beggar,—
A churl of low degree;
And they all went sailing, sailing,
Over the sunny sea.
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And the King said to the Kaiser,And his comrades fair and free,
“Let us turn adrift this beggar,
“This churl of low degree;
“For he taints the balmy odours
“That blow to you and me,
“As we travel,—sailing, sailing,
“Over the sunny sea.”
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“The ship is mine,” said the beggar,—That churl of low degree;—
“And we're all of us sailing, sailing,
“To the grave, o'er the sunny sea.
“And you may not, and you cannot,
“Get rid of mine, or me;
“No! not for your crowns and sceptres—
“And my name is Death!” quoth he.
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