Oefen, oefen, oefen
Ek kan myself nie ‘n dag af gun
Draf, draf, draf
Almal dink ek is laf
Ek sal myself moet moor
Want die Comrades lê voor
Niks maak soveel saak
Ek moet hom net klaar kan maak
Ek moet voort, ek moet aanhou
Ek kan nie nou ophou
Dit is iets om na te strewe
Die belewenis van jou lewe
Ek stel my visier om eerste te kom
Dalk sal ek laaste kom
Maar klaarmaak sal ek
En niemand sal dink ek was gek.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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