| We ask not the pleasure that riches supply
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| Our weapons shall regain
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| What betrayers must buy
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| Throwing back the invaders
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| Reigning our land and waves
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| And finally teach these nobles
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| What it means to be slaves
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| Far more large in numbers
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| Better armed they came
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| But are it not our cities
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| That these rascals claimed?
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| A victory rather certain
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| They held within their hands
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| But courage, craft and justice
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| Gave us a stronger hand
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| Bloodstained flags
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| Hear our men roar
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| But under foreign rule
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| Bloodstained flags
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| Hear our men roar
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| We shall suffer no more
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| We shall suffer no more!
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| «Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
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| Daar 't winnen of daar 't sterven zal
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| Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
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| De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen»
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| Oh, land of the Flanders
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| From field to shore
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| Shall view us as victors
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| Oh, land of the Flanders
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| From field to shore
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| Shall view us as victors
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| Or view us no more!
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| For victory was ours against all odds
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| Truly a miracle in a world without gods
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| Bloodstained flags
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| Hear our men roar
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| But under foreign rule
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| Bloodstained flags
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| Hear our men roar
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| We shall suffer no more
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| We shall suffer no more!
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| (I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches my
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| Ears. |
| And the troubadour sings:)
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| «Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
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| Daar 't winnen of daar 't sterven zal
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| Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
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| De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen»
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| En de leeuwen dansen… |