Boot e'er night's plack hat toorned to red Or e'er de stars vere gone, Dere came de shtep of a paardeken Soft tromplin, tromplin on. A laity fair climped off on him Und trip mit dainty toes:- Boot oh, mijn Gott! - how she vas shkreem Ven she trot on her drue lofe's nose! "Oh vot ish dis I trots opon? Id's shape fool well I know, Dere nefer yet vas flower like dis, Dat in de garten crow. Dere nefer yet vas fruit like dis Ash ripen on a dree; Het is Mijn Heer van Torenborg Dat kan ik blainly see. "Dat heerlijk nose, van Torenborg, Ish known of anciend dime, 'Tis writ in olten chronikel Und sung in minsdrel rhyme. Und dis, de noblest of de race Since hishdory pegans, Ish shtickin here - shdraighdt out de dirt, Shoost like some boer manns. "Oh cuss de man dat mordered him! Ach, cuss him oop and down, Ja - cuss him troo de forest roads, Und tamn him in de toun! Und burn his vater und moder, Vhere'er deir vootshteps vall, Mit his schwesters und his broders, De teufel rake dem all! "May afery cuss dat e'er vas cusst, Since cussin foorst pegan; Pe hoorled in von drementous cuss, Acainsdt dat nasdy man! From de foorst crate cuss on Adam, To de smalles' of de crop"- Here de tead man gafe a shifer, Und gry oud - "For Gott's sake - shdop! "Dere's a cerdain lot of shwearin, Vitch anger alvays crafes; Boot spite like dat's enof to pring De tead men from deir craves. I can't lie here no longer, Und hear soosh pizen pain; Und since you've shtirred me out, I kess I'll coom to life acain." Mit von drementous shkreem of pliss, His drue lofe shtood de shock, Den catcht him wildly py de nose, "Ach Torenborg - lev'st du nock! Ach ja - du aint'st nod tead yet! Dere's life shdill lef' pehind, Gott pless de dat lef' dy nose, Shdill wafin in de wind." Mit hands all ofer diamonds, She loosed de sand apout, Mit an oyster-shell so wildly She digged her lofer out. "Und now dou'rt in free air, lofe! Who warst shoost now in sand! Dere vasn't ish a nicer man, In all de Nederland! Vhere vas dit liedeken written, Vhere vas dit liedeken sing, Dat had gedone Hans Breitmann, In de town of Schevening! 'Tvas written ober Rheinwein, 'Tvas written ober bier- Und wer das lied gesungen hat, Gott geb ihm ein glucklich's jahr.[59] AMSTERDAM. TO Amsterd-m came Breitmann All in de Kermes tide; Yonge Maegden allegader Filled de straat on afery side. De meisjes in de straaten Vere tantzin alle nacht long; Dere vas kissen, dere vas trinken, Mit a roar of Holland song. Who went into de straaten Ven de sonn had gone his day, De Dootch gals quickly grapped him Und tantzed him wild avay. Dere was der Prinz von Capua, Who fell among dese wags; Dey tantzed him off in a carmagnole, Und sent him home in rags.