Risen from the marshlands,
A lone soul, stout and brave.
Desiring to be nowhere else,
And no one’s slave.

His fate is predestined,
Guided by divine hand,
He’s to grow to greatness,
Twixt sea and land.

Chorus:
Lo there! See the lion awake!
Brave and fearless he does stand.
Never doubt his mighty roar;
Let all beware!

Battling the floods and tides,
Foes surround him evermore.
But fight he does and he does well;
Prodigy of the Sea!

The eagle came and took his home.
His honour though they couldn’t take.
A foreign king may rule his land,
But he shan‘t betake!

Tyranny he overthrew,
After eighty years of strife.
But when it’s time to march again,
He’ll follow the fife.

(chorus x2)
He did roam to foreign shores,
Spice and riches to be found.
His enemies watched jealously,
He shan’t be downed!

Risen from the marshlands,
A lone soul, stout and brave.
He did grow to greatness,
Twixt sea and land.

(chorus)

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