Prince der Corenblommen weert,
Laet v dit danckelijck wesen,
Altijt in liefden v gheneert,
Soo werdt ghy van God ghepresen,
Ghy crijcht hier Rust
Naer uwen lust,
En naemaels oock mits desen.
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