O worthy sons and daughters of Belgium,
In who arose, great strength and zeal,
You patriots of the Fatherland,
All your dreams and hopes are made real!
Stay in arms, and refuse to waver,
So that every citizen may see:
The orange will bloom again forever,
Immortal, on the tree of Liberty!
To cries of murder, of rape, and of pillage,
The wicked all have rallied forth,
But by your steadfast courage,
You’ve driven them from Belgian earth!
Now purify this land together,
So all our cities may be free
We must graft the orange forever,
High onto the tree of Liberty!
And in you, who the Belgians are trusting,
O Nassau! Set firm our right!
Remain our protector and rightful King!
Be our pride in every nation’s sight!
Forswear the council of the hated,
Who would keep us in captivity,
And the orange will always ripen,
High upon the tree of Liberty!
But woe to you if our confidence betraying,
You devise to put us down,
To the muzzles of the gun, assaying,
In our blood, we will gladly drown.
Then it’s done, all bonds of trust we'll sever,
No more pacts or lowly trickery,
Then you will see the orange be lost forever,
No more to grace the tree of Liberty.