Sitting on my throne
 I wonder of unknown
 To the creation I despise
 Just to take me from arise

 Sitting on my mountain
 My words are a fountain
 To take silly men
 From a grateful hand

 Sitting on a heart
 It is sweet and somewhat tart
 How great it tastes
 I will make it waste

 Sitting on a soul
 And make it whole
 Without his savior
 I will make him mine

 I have won some battles
 I have lost some battles
 Since I am a master drover
 The war is not yet over