In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree
To men of other minds my fancy flies,
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Oliver Goldsmith
Posted by: martin at October 20, 2003 09:31 AMOh! Ollie them were the days, ay lad? No more patience here. Trams, buses, bicyles and people all hurtle along at a great pace. Fancies, however, should always fly, for they are useless when stationary!
Posted by: Joe at October 21, 2003 01:17 PMtry this:
Geef mij maar Amsterdam
Dat is mooier dan Parijs
Geef mij maar Amsterdam
Mijn Mokums paradijs
Geef mij maar Amsterdam
Met zijn Amstel en het IJ
Want in Mokum ben ik rijk
En gelukkig tegelijk
Geef mij maar Amsterdam
Wow! Thanks. I have three readers who would understand that - and you're one of them!
Posted by: Joe at December 11, 2003 08:27 AM