Wessel's poem about Walt in a revised translation

Over brygger Walt

Her ligger Walt,

Han giorde Malt,

Og det var alt.

Concerning brewer Walt

Here lies poor Walt
He brewed good malt,
Then called a halt.

After a week, Walt makes a comeback! Sometimes translations seem OK for a few days and then not so good. The first translation, with 'His only fault' as the last line, passes judgment on Walt, which the original did not do. The Norwegian says 'And that was all'. So I have tried to find a rhyme that leaves it as open as that.