Het vas Mijn Heer van Torenborg, Ride oud oopon de sand, Und vait to hear a paardeken; Coom tromplin from de land. He vaited vhen de boeren volk Vent oud oopon de plain,...
Der Breitmann mit his gompany Rode out in Marylandt. 'Dere's nix to trink in dis countrie; ine droat's as dry as sand. It's light canteen und haversack, It's hoonger mixed mit doorst;...
It was stiller, dimmer twilight amber toornin' into gold, Like young maidens' hairs get yellow und more dark as dey crow old; Und dere shtood a high ruine vhere de Donau rooshed along,...