No. 7 - Song - Paap and Chorus
Paap: | Our enemies may choose to scorn The land that we control, And yet her name, her fate and fame We hold with heart and soul; Though small in size our Fatherland, Though peace is ours today, The hour may come when the roll of drum Shall call us to the fray! And who shall disobey? We're soldiers of the Netherlands, |
Chorus: | Of the Netherlands, |
Paap: | Of the Netherlands, We guard Brabant and North Friesland, And all that lies between, So soldiers of the Netherlands, |
Chorus: | Of the Netherlands, |
Paap: | Of the Netherlands, Our pride has been to defend our Queen, Here's a health to our fair young Queen. |
Chorus: | We're soldiers of the Netherlands, Of the Netherlands, of the Netherlands, We guard Brabant and North Friesland, And all that lies between, So soldiers of the Netherlands, Of the Netherlands, of the Netherlands, Our pride has been to defend our Queen, Here's a health to our fair young Queen. |
Paap: | Our ancestors their strength have shown Upon the mighty seas; Their enemies they met alone, And routed them with ease. To us remains the duty, then, Obeying each command, To prove ourselves true fearless men Who give their heart and hand To fight and win on land. We're soldiers of the Netherlands, |
Chorus: | Of the Netherlands, |
Paap: | Of the Netherlands, We guard Brabant and North Friesland, And all that lies between, So soldiers of the Netherlands, |
Chorus: | Of the Netherlands, |
Paap: | Of the Netherlands, Our pride has been to defend our Queen, Here's a health to our fair young Queen. |
Chorus: | We're soldiers of the Netherlands, Of the Netherlands, of the Netherlands, We guard Brabant and North Friesland, And all that lies between, So soldiers of the Netherlands, Of the Netherlands, of the Netherlands, Our pride has been to defend our Queen, Here's a health to our fair young Queen. |
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