Over 't malse korenveld, 't lied des leeuweriks klinkt,
Waar de hoorn des herders schalt, langs der beekjes boord:
Daar is mijn vaderland, Limburgs dierbaar oord!
Where the little nightingale sings in the bronze green oak forest,
the lay of the lark sounds over the tender cornfield,
Where the shepherd's horn echoes, along the bank of the little stream:
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
Lyrics from Limburg mijn Vaderland
