Are you still sitting and lying
From the bottle sighing
Flipping the tankard, applying
And at the fiddler stare?
Kulkus! you do not fuss
In now comes the rush
The chairman snoozes thus
Counts his coins with care
Divides the fee; the fiddler plays
If I'm not wrong, the clock displays
Eleven or more, I swear
Bredström's dear one wails and weeps
Curtseys deep and cries
Caisa Wingmark sends and keeps
To the chairman a score of eggs
Attention! Kulkus, draw your blade
You shall go and swear
Can't you your soul persuade?
Lay your hand on the sacred tome
The devil is sly, I am bold
The law is clear, but justice cold
Stroke your beard and roam
Caisa with her belly large
White and neat and smooth
The chairman shakes his wig in charge
And himself becomes bemused
How he shuffles through the law
This day the chairman saw
Himself washed by Themis' awe
In Freya's stream amused
Caisa curtseys, steps forward neat
The chairman and notary silent keep
Flip the tankard, keep amused