Betrayal and fraud have they heaped on us.
Yet may they that have murdered be murdered themselves!
Beat, beat, drum of war!
Long live the Beggarmen! Loud beat the drum!
La Brièle has fallen,
Flushing too, the key to the Scheldt!
God is good, for Camp-veere is taken,
Taken the place where the guns of all Zeeland were stored!
Now cannon-balls, powder, and bullets are ours,
Bullets of iron, bullets of brass.