If I hat gold, as I hafe time, <br />I tells you how 'tvere shpent, <br />On efery year I'd shtay a week <br />In Vlanderen's hoofstad, Gent. <br />For, oh! de sveet wild veelins, <br />In dat stad do mofe me so, <br />Vhen I'd dink of all de clorious men <br />Vot life dere long aco. <br /> <br />If efer man hat manly heart, <br />He'd veel dat heart to beat, <br />Vhen mit de oldten dime of Ghent <br />He valks troo efery shdreet. <br />Und ach! de volk are yet so goot, <br />It gave me soosh a pliss, <br />Vhen I hear a bier-hous spielman sing <br />A melodie like dis:- <br /> <br />'Het was op eenen Monday, <br />All on a Monday free, <br />Dat mijnheere Jacob Van Artevelde <br />Unto his men said he: <br />He seide - 'Mijn lief gesellen, <br />Ve all moost ride out land, <br />And trive our way to Bruges town <br />Or Brussel in Braband.' <br /> <br />'Und as he oonto Brussel cam, <br />De meisjes sprong from bed, <br />Und found Mynheere Van Artevelde <br />Mit a cross-bolt troo his head.' <br />Und shoost pecause dis bier-hous song <br />Recht troo my heartsen vent, <br />I feel dat I could life und die <br />All in de down of Gent.<br /><br />Charles Godfrey Leland<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breitmann-in-belgium-gent/
