Minskebern, sa lyts, sa tear,
’k lis in tekken om dy hinne,
like waarm as in sinne.
As dyn Hoeder silst My kenne
’k hâld dy fêst, kear op kear.
Minskebern, sa lyts, sa tear,
’k lis in tekken om dy hinne,
like waarm as in sinne.
As dyn Hoeder silst My kenne
’k hâld dy fêst, kear op kear.