A courteous king, and kind, was he;
The reason why, you’ll understand—
They named him Pater Patriæ.
Each year he called his fighting men,
And marched a league from home, and then.
Marched back again.
Sing ho, ho, ho! and he, he, he!
That’s the kind of king for me.
Neither by force nor false pretence,
He sought to make his kingdom great,