God is with us—against us, then, who?
The drum! Beat the drum of glory and war!
Long live the Beggarmen! Beat the drum!
And again Ulenspiegel lifted up his voice and sang:
O Duke! Hark to the voice of the People,
Murmuring so strong in the distance,
Like the sea that swells in the season of tempest!
Enough of silver and gold and of blood,
Of ruins enough! Beat the drum! Beat the drum!
The sword is drawn.