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