Betrothed in Broek-in-Waterland?
Love’s deeds are wild—his power divine!
The maiden’s eye had glanced to mine!
I heard her speak of thanks to me,
My heart was moved and yet was free;
But parting told, and told too late,
That love had mingled with my fate;
And now another claimed her hand
And heart, in Broek-in-Waterland!
Grown sick at heart, I turned to go,