‘n Roof op ‘n bank
Die een, sê hulle, was mank
Die een, lank
Nog een, slank
Die polisie soek die hele nag
Maar die rowers loop sag
Hulle sal maar moet wag
En sien wie die laaste lag
Hulle sou die geld geniet
Elkeen ‘n derde, verniet
Die ploisie het hulle gesiet
En toe word daar geskiet
Die rowers in ‘n sel
Terwyl die polisie die note tel
Dit was broekskeer en hel
So word die storie vertel
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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