"Let me tell you of a summer in thirteen-oh-two A tale that might not be too known to you In the hist'ry of our region, oft and fond retold Of how Flanders' fortune did unfold
It carries on a message, we all can relate On love and life and the fickle hand of Fate
Lustrous was our legacy, of Bruges and Ghent; our kin Yet on our feats the Fleur-De-Lis did grin
Prosp'rous were our ports and affluent our trade Thus ever higher the penalties we paid King Edward rolled the dice, and oh, how steep the price And cruel Le Bel wrung harder at the vice
Woe upon our fair folk! A lament on all the land A nation sapped by an iron hand
Sombre was the season, frightful it forebode To our people hear now my humble ode"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
