Friesche rymlerye

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Herders-ljeafde to Galathaea.

Wijse. { Treurt edel huys Nassauw, &c.
Wijse. { Na dien uw' Godlijckheyt, &c.

1.

't WYt fen mijn hert in sin

Iz Galathaee. Ick bin

(Trog her snie-wijt, in wirde)

Oon her, yn ljeafde, buwn':

Ick kin 't fen her neat hirdde,

OEf ick flamje' az in uwn'.

2.

Her wezzen from in sljuecht,

Her wirdden klear in rjuecht,

Her onbespritsen' wand'le,

Her inck'le ruwne' yenfad,

Al her dwaen, wirck in handle

Iz 't nommelst' fenne wrad.

3.

d'Onnos'le kerde dy,

Ljeaf, to sijn ljeaf, eer hy

Sijn libben drovigh eyne:

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Eer him (ô Helsche rie!)

 

Sijn eyn Broar deadlijck scheyne,

 

In d'heale Wrâd fordie.

 

 

 

4.

 

 

 

O Goune Galathaee!

 

Mocht ick mey dy, ijn free,

 

Libbje, 'k hie wâd in winsche.

 

O! 'k nijd' nin Forst, ho heag,

 

'k Wier de lockigste Minsche,

 

Dy earne 't Sinne' eag seag.

 

 

 

5.

 

 

 

Môcht ick mey dy begean,

 

'k Schoe ney nin heagheyt stean;

 

'k Schoe my mey dy formeytse,

 

Om 't my de Gaest omteyn,

 

Ney dit libben mocht reytse

 

Yn 't silligh sonder eyn.

 

 

 

6.

 

 

 

Wa 't den eack wezze mey,

 

Dy Galathaee stjoert wey,

 

Om Tethijs, Pluto' of Rhëa,

 

Dy bouwje' op drieuwend' san:

 

Ick minje Galathaea

 

Az wràds heag-wirdste pân.

EYN.