In the sky wander sun, stars and moon
And throws its fairest light over Scania
On high, on low, on big and in small
On the serf's hut and the nobleman's castle
See the moon beam through the lead window falls
And sketching on the floor the iron forged bars
The mermaid she dreams in the may night's light
That the suitor comes to Glimmingehus
On outing to the beech forest the Malmöite looks up
To the row of shining windows on Torup castle
To taste a cake baked on a stake
Requests her grace, the countess Coyet
Where roe deers glimpse yonder gray white trunks
You see Toppelagård with bridges and dams
Far from the System and liquor and the city
There peacefully rests the clerk Aschan
With gate through the house and old channels
Listens Skabersjö yet to the signals of the hunt
The king himself travels there from his castle
And shoots pheasants with the counts Thott
And thereafter he visits baron Trolle
And hunts and play with wits and nolle