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Merck toch hoe sterck nu in 't werck sich al steld,
Die 't allen tijd' so ons vrijheit heeft bestreden.
Siet hoe hij slaeft, graeft en draeft met geweld,
Om onse goet en ons bloet en onse steden.
Hoort de Spaensche trommels slaen!
Hoort Maraens trompetten!
Siet hoe komt hij trecken aen, Bergen te bezetten.
(Chorus)
Berg op Zoom hout u vroom,
Stut de Spaensche scharen;
Laet 's Lands boom end' sijn stroom
Trouwlijck doen bewaren!
't Moedige, bloedige, woedige swaerd
Blonck en het klonck, dat de vonken daeruijt vlogen.
Beving en leving, opgeving der aerd,
Wonder gedonder nu onder was nu boven;
Door al 't mijnen en 't geschut,
Dat men daeglijcx hoorde,
Menig Spanjaert in sijn hut
In sijn bloed versmoorde.
(Chorus)
Die van Oranjen quam Spanjen aen boord,
Om uijt het velt als een helt 't geweld te weeren;
Maer also dra Spinola 't heeft gehoord,
Trekt hij flux heen op de been met al sijn heeren.
Cordua kruijd spoedig voort,
Sach daer niet te winnen, Don Velasco liep gestoord:
't Vlas was niet te spinnen
(Chorus)
Notice how strongly he puts himself to work
Who has ever fought against our freedom
See how he slaves away, digs and marches with force
For our goods and our blood and our cities.
(Chorus)
Berg op Zoom stay faithful,
Stem the Spanish hordes;
Let our land's trees and its streams
be loyally guarded!
The courageous, bloody, wrathful sword
It shone and it clanged such that the sparks flew from it.
Quaking and shaking, upheaval of earth,
Wonder and thunder, what was below is now above;
Through all the mines and the gunnery,
That one could hear all day,
Many a Spaniard in his cabin
choked on his own blood.
(Chorus)
He of Orange came to oppose the Spanish,
From the field he repelled their violence as a hero;
And as soon as Spinola heard it,
He beat a fast retreat with all his lords.
Cordua soon crawled forth,
He failed to win there Don Velasco was disturbed
There was nothing he could do
