Thursday 9 October 2014

Day 174 - The pull of the polders - just because...


AND SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE - MY DAD'S BLOG IS INCREASING AT A STEADY AND SLOW PLACE

The Pull of the Poulders
An echo of the hope of the medieval Low Country emigrants to German lands is captured in the text of an old Flemish ballad:

“Naer Oostland willen wy ryden,
Naer Oostland willen wy mee,
Al over die groene heiden,
Frisch over die heiden.
Daer isser een betere stee
Als wy binnen
Oostland komen
Al onder dat hooge huis,
Daer worden wy binnen gelaten,
Frisch over die heiden;
Zy heeten ons willekom zyn.”[xix]