King Byrge peeped in the window through,
The state of the brothers was piteous to view.
“Now hear thou, Brouk, straight to me declare,
Where the prison keys are I gave to thy care?”
“May the blessed Christ my soul ne’er save,
If I cast them not in the briny wave.”
“O Brouk, shame fall thy head upon,
So evilly towards me thou has done.
“Thou fool and villain! I’ve lost thereby
The keys to Sweden’s sovereignty.”
“If I have betrayed thy brothers twain,
Thou mayest alone over Sweden reign.”
That deed such grief to the Dukes’ friends gave,
And that grief they carried to the grave.
With his Queen King Byrge must fly from his throne,
Beheaded was Magnus, his beautiful son.
But Brouk to the infamous wheel was consigned,
May all such traitors a like end find!
When sovereigns many there are to a land,
You’ll never see them go hand in hand.