As sung in rowdy taverns across the city of Sonderport

The Magpie King, the Magpie King

He flies to all that shines

He steals the merchants’ golden cups

And gulps down all their wine

The merchants high are decked with wealth

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With rubies, steel, and gold

Their doors are locked, their stores are stocked

With all that they can hold

But in the night the Magpie stirs

The thief is far too stealthy

And nobody can sleep in peace

As long as they are wealthy

He picks the locks, he tricks the guards

He sneaks past hound and sentry

Not even magic locks prevent

Our bird from gaining entry

So, in the night the merchants high

Will send aloft their prayer

To have the stealthy Magpie King

Entrapped in Armstrong’s snare

Three cheers now for our Magpie King

They want him apprehended

He steals from those who rob us blind

Just as the gods intended