"Will you have the white knot?
No, it is too cold.
Give me splendid orange,
Tint of flame and gold;
Rich and glowing orange,
For the heart I love;
Under, white and pink and blue;
Orange still above!
O oranje boven!
Orange still above!"
"How merry you sing, mijn Katrijntje! Like a little bird you sing.
What, then, is it?"
"A pretty song made by the schoolmaster, mijn moeder. 'Oranje Boven'
the name is."
"That is a good name. Your father I will remind to have it painted over
the door of the summer-house."
"There already are two mottoes painted,--Peaceful is my garden,' and
'Contentment is my lot.'"
"Well, then, there is always room for two more good words, is there
not?" And Katherine gayly sung her answer,-"Tie the splendid orange,
Orange still above!
O oranje boven!
Orange still above."