Pope and sultan

The Pope he leads a jolly life, He’s free from every care and strife; :,: He drinks the best of Rhenish wine, I would the Pope’s gay life were mine. :,:

But he don’t lead a jolly life, He has no maid or blooming wife, :,: He has no son to raise his hope, Oh! I would not be the Pope. :,:

The Sultan better pleases me, His life is full of jolity, :,: He’s wives as many as he will, I fain the Sultan’s throne would fill. :,:

But still he is a wretched man, He must obey the Al-Koran, :,: He dare not drink one drop of wine, I would not change his lot for mine. :,:

So when the maiden kisses me, I’ll think that I the Sultan be, :,: And when my Rhenish wine I tope, Oh then I’ll think that I’m the Pope. :,:

Oh I dont want to be alone (be alone) On Pope's or Sultan's useful throne But I will take my turn to be of use and walk a mile in their shoes