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An ugly song! a song political!

A song offensive! Thank God, every morn,

To rule the Roman empire that you were not born!

I bless my stars at least that mine is not

Either a kaiser's or a chancellor's lot.

Yet, 'among ourselves, should one still lord it o'er the rest;

That we elect a pope I now suggest.

Ye know what quality insures

A man's success, his rise secures.

FROSCH (sings)

Bear, lady nightingale above,

Ten thousand greetings to my love.