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De Hoffnung 

De Hoffnung, de weer hunnert Dag unnerwegs, 
   To my way, hay, hoday. 
Se seilt von Hamborg na Valpariais, 
   It's a long time ago. 

It's a long time long time very long time
To my way, hay, hoday
It's a long time long time very long time
It's a long time ago. 

Se seilte good und se seilte hart
Se har so'ne goode kostbare Fracht

Un as de ol Nu flucht und gnaddert
Keem de Düvel över de Reeling kladdert

Wenn mi in tein Dog na'n Kanal Du bringst
Denn kriegst Du mien Seel, so wahr as Du stinkst

De Pott leep neegentein Mielen toletzt
Dar har de Düvel de Steiss aftasett

Un as he nun in'n Kanal keem to stell
Dar seegt de Düvel "Nu her mit de Seel."

Dar seegt de ol Nu, "Lat di man Tied"
"We goht to Anker bi Kap San Patric"

De Düvel de weer för Freld ganz Weg
He leep op de Back, set de Anker op Slip

De ole Timmermann har grote Freid
He har den Düvel sien Steert vertraut

Un as den Anker nu suusst op der Grund
Suusst Düvel mit düsse Swienhund



All the way my Savior leads me, Cheers each winding path I tread, Gives me grace for every trial, Feeds me with the living bread. Though my weary steps may falter, And my soul athirst may be, Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see; Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see.
- Crosby, Fanny Jane (1820-1915)