The droveways* of Gelder* are the most beautiful
In our dear Netherlands
Rich clay and moorlands
Streams, woods and hillside
Yonder the Waal*, there the Ijssel*,
Then the Maas and the Rhine as well
Give us the right to, all our lives,
Be proud of Gelderland
Where the fatherland was cultivated
By the Saxon Germanic,
That is where our tribe was born,
That is where Gelderland arose
And the grain that is now harvested
Where the savage wilderness once was
Gives us the right to be proud
Of our true Gelder race
In the villages and cities
Between Brabant* and the sea
Between Utrecht* and Westphalia
Prosperity and peace dominate
With your churches and castles,
With your little homes on the dike
Gelderland, you are the pearl
Of our Dutch kingdom
Yonder the Waal*, there the Ijssel*,
Then the Maas and the Rhine as well
Give us the right to, all our lives,
Be proud of Gelderland