It was the lofty Jutt of Bern
O’er all the walls he grew;
He was mad and ne’er at rest,
To tame him no one knew.
He was mad and ne’er at rest,
No lord could hold him in;
If he had long in Denmark stayed
Much damage there had been.
It was the lofty Jutt of Bern
Bound to his side his glaive,