Boer's National Hymn

Boer's National Hymn.

Di vierkleur van ons dier baar land.

Di waai wee o'er Transvaal;

En wee di God vergeten land.

Wat dit weer neer wil haal!

Waai hoog nou in ons helder lug,

Transvaalse vrijheidsvlag,

Ons vijande is weggevlug;

Nou blink'n blijer dag.

Veul storme het jij deurgestaan,

Mar ons was jou getrou;

En nou di storm is o'ergegaan,

Wijk ons nooit weer van jou.

Bestormed deur Kaffir, Leeuw en Brit

Waai jij steeds o'er kul kop;

En tota spijt anskou hul dit,

Ons hijs jou hoger op! 

Waai hoog nou in ons heldre lug,

Transvaalse vrijheidsvlag! 

Ons vijande is weggevlug, 

Ons blink'n blijer dag.

Waai hoog nou o'er ons dier baar land.

Waai vierkleur van Transvaal! 

En wee di God vergeten hand,

Wat jou ooit neer wil haal!

Three years ago, when President Kruger expressed a wish that some one would give the world an English translation of the hymn, John D. Droppers, Jr., of the Milwaukee postal service complied by transmitting the following version to Myn Herr President:

Wave, four color of our precious land

Again o'er all Transvaal!

Woe be to God forsaken hand

Who thee e'er down would haul!

Wave on, on high, in our clear air,

Transvaal's own banner free!

Our enemy has fled afar -

Break, day of joy for thee!

Through many storms you did endure

To us the token true,

Again a storm's gone by secure,

 And we are pledged anew!

Assailed by Kaffir, brute* and Brit,

It waved o'er head of ire;

To their despite may they see it

Rise with our love the higher!

On high, wave on in our clear air,

Transvaal's own banner free! 

Our enemy has fled afar,

Break, day of joy for thee!

On high, o'er all our precious land,

Wave, four color of Transvaal!

Woe be to God forsaken hand

Who thee 'er down would haul!

*Lion.         ----Milwaukee Sentinel.