Myn eer en roem lyd nu in 't stof vertreeden,
Myn maagdebloem in oneer afgesneeden,
Myn vreugd is weg,
Myn vreugd is weg,
Zo haastig heen gevloogen,
Zo driftig en gezwind,
Zelfs rasser als de wind. bis.
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