’Tis of a mighty King
Who on the open market-place
With Death met face to face.
Death. All hail, thou rich and mighty King!
Great news to thee this day I bring;
Thy death-hour it has struck,
’Tis time for thee to join my band—
I wander thus from land to land.
King. Thou haughty man, who mayest be,
That I should have to follow thee?