It wie sa’n ropske, ropske weach -
Dy slikke ’m fan de Ree -
Gjin steatlik sylskip hie it troch -
Myn skûtsje, it wie wei!
’Twas such a little - little boat
That toddled down the bay!
’Twas such a gallant - gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
That licked it from the Coast -
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!
F152 (J107). Ofbylding: Houghton Library, Harvard University,