Till I reach Broek-in-Waterland.”
Before an hour I saw the town,
And soon the tapering mast was down;
But ere I left my graceful schuyt
I heard the music of a flute;
And songs of love and shouts of joy
Upon the wind came floating by.
Quoth I: “They seem a happy band
That dwell in Broek-in-Waterland.”
I walked upon a winding street