Nu har han ey meer sin Drackt Saa rød som Viin & Blod Fro Viin & Blod vaer paa hans Haand Ved Sængen der han stood Hoes Liiget aff sin elskede Dend Stund man fandt de to No more he wore his constume Red as bloode & wine For wine & bloode was on his hands As he stoode by her bed and corpse When the two of them were found