Breitmann in Belgium - Gent

Wie kennt die stad waer alles nog     Van Vlaenderens grootheid spreekt?     Waer ontrouw, valschheid en bedrog     Van schmte nog verbleekt?     - Ledeganck.     If I hat gold, as I hafe time,     I tells you how tvere shpent,     On efery year Id shtay a week     In Vlanderens hoofstad, Gent.     For, oh! de sveet wild veelins,     In dat stad do mofe me so,     Vhen Id dink of all de clorious men     Vot life dere long aco.     If efer man hat manly heart,     Hed veel dat heart to beat,     Vhen mit de oldten dime of Ghent     He valks troo efery shdreet.     Und ach! de volk are yet so goot,     It gave me soosh a pliss,     Vhen I hear a bier-hous spielman sing     A melodie like dis:     Het was op eenen Monday,     All on a Monday free,     Dat mijnheere Jacob Van Artevelde     Unto his men said he:     He seide Mijn lief gesellen,     Ve all moost ride out land,     And trive our way to Bruges town     Or Brussel in Braband.     Und as he oonto Brussel cam,     De meisjes sprong from bed,     Und found Mynheere Van Artevelde     Mit a cross-bolt troo his head.     Und shoost pecause dis bier-hous song     Recht troo my heartsen vent,     I feel dat I could life und die     All in de down of Gent.