Want is de maar, de maar die wy ontfangen,
Want is de maar, de nieuwe tyding waar,
Gy zyt op 't slag om u te laaten vangen,
En in die goude strik al half verhangen;
Gy wilt,, Met kracht in 't groote Gild.
Gy wilt,, enz.
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