A KING, A POPE, AND A KAISER,

AND A QUEEN-MOST FAIR WAS SHE-

WENT SAILING, SAILING, SAILING,

OVER THE SUNNY SEA.



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 ODORS

THAT BLOW TO YOU AND ME,

AS WE TRAVEL-SAILING, SAILING,

OVER THE SUNNY SEA."



"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.

author unknown/There are quite a few poems by the same name.