Wie Kennt Die Stad Waer Alles Nog Van Vlaenderens Grootheid Spreekt? Waer Ontrouw, Valschheid En Bedrog Van Sch'Mte Nog Verbleekt?' - Ledeganck. If I Hat Gold, As I Hafe Time, I Tells You How 'Tvere Shpent, On Efery Year I'd Shtay A Week In Vlanderen'S Hoofstad, Gent. For, Oh! De Sveet Wild Veelins, In Dat Stad Do Mofe Me So, Vhen I'd Dink Of All De Clorious Men Vot Life Dere Long Aco. If Efer Man Hat Manly Heart, he'd 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.