The peasants we hanged in lines
From the tops of the tallest pities.
It has nothing to say about crowns, mind you.
German. But the pine carries its head high just the same, and its back is straight.
Man from Småland. Drink, good Sirs! You're right welcome to 't. It's a blessed drink. If only I didn't have wife and children at home! Oh, my, my, my! But that's all one! Oh, I know a lot more, but I know how to keep it to myself, too.
Windrank. What do you know?
German. Maybe it's something diverting?
Man from Småland. You see—if you counted all the pines of Småland, I think you'd find a whole lot more of them than of oaks.
German. You think so?
Windrank. I don't like you to talk badly of the King. I don't know what he is doing or saying, and it isn't my business either, but I know he takes good care of the shipping trade. Yes, it's he who has put ships on the Spanish trade, and who has made me a skipper, and so I've got no fault to find with him.
German. He has done it out of sheer deviltry, just to hurt the trade of Lübeck—of Lübeck, to which he owes such a great debt!