Chris van der Westhuizen

Goeie môre, oom,
hoe gaan dit vandag?
Nee, kla mos nooit,
altyd vol krag.

Seun, dit lyk so,
of iets jou pla?
As ek kan help,
moet jy net vra.

Ek het vanmôre
iets op die hart -
ek wil vra vir
u dogter se hand.

As my dogter nou
nie baie ryk was,
sou jy nog steeds
met haar wou trou?

Verseker, oom,
al was sy arm,
was my liefde
nog steeds vuurwarm.

Dom mense soos jy
moet uit ons familie bly.
Ek het ’n kort humeur,
so, daar’s die deur!

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3de Jaar)

A Lost Cause

Good morning, sir,
How are you today?
Oh, never complain - 
Still strong all the way.

Son, it looks to me
Like something’s wrong?
If I can help,
Just say it - go on.

This morning, sir,
I’ve come with a plea:
I’d like to ask
For your daughter from thee.

If my daughter
Had nothing - no gold - 
Would you still want
Her hand to hold?

Of course, dear sir,
If she were poor,
My love would still
Be strong and sure.

Fools like you
Shouldn’t join my clan.
I’ve got a short fuse - 
So there’s the door, young man!

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3rd Year - Translated from Afrikaans)