Gelre 838, Wychaert [English translation]

In the old field by the Keulsche* land

There where the big medlar tree stood

There lived the monster, the Gelre* dragon

No man who could take him on

There was a keep of the Lord Van Pont

Blessed was he with two great sons

And the youngest, Wychaert was his name

Secretely betrothed to a fair [girl] from Hameland

Hear the dragon with its loud rumblings in the dark nights

There where Wychaert will raise his great sword and the monster will slay

Hear the dragon with its loud rumblings in the dark nights

There where Wychaert will raise his great sword and the monster will slay

Wychaert came to the maiden's father

The father, he sat in his great throne

He said: Wychaert, ye must show your courage

To love my daughter so fair

So jumped he on horseback, and away went Wychaert

Riding over Gelre's fields

Brave and fearless in nature

The beast always lay under the medlar

So Wychaert stepped boldly forward

The dragon roared loudly: GELRE! GELRE!

It could be heard across the land

Thanks to his dagger, inherited from his father

He stabbed it with merely one good blow

Dying it lay at Wychaert's feet

Where it succumb to its wounds

The people cheered loudly and shouted after him

"The killer of Gelre is the true hero"

He received his castle and riches aplenty

And Hameland's girl, so it is told

The small settlement also received his name

The proud name: GELRE!

That is where the land of Gelre was founded

That is where our Gelderland arose