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Van Lauwerzee tot Dollard tou
Van Drente tot aan 't Wad,
Daor gruit, daor bluit 'n wonderlaand,
Rondom ain wondre stad: *)
Ain Pronkjewail in gaolden raand
Is Grönnen: Stad en Ommelaand.
Daor broest de zee, daor hoelt de wind
Daor soest 't aan diek en wad,
Maor rusteg waarkt en wuilt het volk
Het volk van loug en stad.
Ain Pronkjewail in gaolden raand
Is Grönnen: Stad en Ommelaand.
Daor woont de dege degelkhaaid
De wille, vast as staol,
Daor vuilt het haart, wat tonge sprekt
In richt- en slichte taol.
Ain Pronkjewail in gaolden raand
Is Grönnen: Stad en Ommelaand.
- *) Wordt gezongen: Rondom, rondom, ain wondre stad. Zo ook in de andere strofen.
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From the Lauwers Sea to the Dollart,
From Drenthe to the Wadden Sea,
A wondrous land grows and flourishes
Around a wondrous city.
A jewel with a golden edge
Is Groningen, City and Countryside;
A jewel with a golden edge
Is City and Countryside!
That is where the sea foams, that is where the wind howls,
Of swishing along dyke and wad,
But the people calmly work and plough,
The people of Village and City.
A jewel with a golden edge
Is Groningen, City and Countryside;
A jewel with a golden edge
Is City and Countryside!
That is where the sober virtue lives,
The will, steadfast like steel
That is where the heart feels what the tongue says,
In straightforward and sharp language.
A jewel with a golden edge
Is Groningen, City and Countryside;
A jewel with a golden edge
Is City and Countryside! |
