That I should see his chosen bride,
And soon he cried: “Behold her now,
Yon maiden of the peerless brow.
The richest, claims the fairest hand
In happy Broek-in-Waterland!”
I looked, and swift as lightning dart
A hopeless anguish seized my heart!
It once had been my lot to save
A maiden from the Zuyder’s wave;
I bore her to her friends on shore,