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Die Ballade van Andrew Rennie Pringle

Van die Wildekus wil ek jou vertel
En oor Haga-haga se vakansiehotel
In ʼn linnepak en krawat is Andrew Pringle uitgevat
Sy teekoppie bewe, sy oë groot
Smeer marmelade op sy roosterbrood
Ou tradisie in die Pringle-clan
Om na skeertyd kuslangs uit te span

Andrew Rennie Pringle kyk uit oor die baai
En wonder oor die dag as John Knox hom kom haal
Hoor jy ook die doedelsak en sytamboer se roep
Die Hoogland se wind het hom hier kom soek

Die Pringles is mos maar ʼn trotse klomp
Al van 1820 af hier in die Oos-Kaap rond
Plase langs die Baviaans
Bou kerke, huise al vallei langs
Sewe generasies al
Vir tweehonderd jaar

Andrew Rennie Pringle kyk uit oor die baai
En wonder oor die dag as John Knox hom kom haal
Hoor jy ook die doedelsak, die sytamboer se roep
Die Hoogland se wind het hom hier kom soek

In 1986 die plaas aan die Ciskei verloor
Van die landgoed van weleer
Bly nou net die grafte oor
In sy kamer in die Quigney deesdae
Skeer hy voor ontbyt
'N Gentleman-boer vol gentleman verwyt

Andrew Rennie Pringle kyk uit oor die baai
En wonder oor die dag as John Knox hom kom haal
Hoor jy ook die doedelsak, die sytamboer se roep
Die Hoogland se wind het hom hier kom soek

The Ballad of Andrew Rennie Pringle

From the Wild Coast, I'll tell you a tale
Of Haga Haga's resort by the whale
In a linen suit and jacket, Andrew Pringle is dressed
His teacup quivers, his eyes distressed
Spreading marmalade on his morning toast
An old tradition in the Pringle host
To travel up the coast after a morning shave

Andrew Rennie Pringle looks out across the bay
And thinks of the day when John Knox came to say
Do you hear the pipes and drums, the call of the snare
The winds of the Highlands have found you here

The Pringles are a proud lot, it's true
Since 1820 in the Eastern Cape they grew
Farms along the Baviaans
Building churches, houses, filled the glens
Seven generations in the land
For two hundred years they've planned

Andrew Rennie Pringle looks out across the bay
And thinks of the day when John Knox came to say
Do you hear the pipes, the drums, the call of the snare
The winds of the Highlands have found you here

In 1986 the farm to the Ciskei they lost
Of the grand estate of the past
Only the graves last
In his room at the Quigney these days
He shaves before breakfast
A gentleman farmer with gentleman's regrets

Andrew Rennie Pringle looks out across the bay
And thinks of the day when John Knox came to say
Do you hear the pipes, the drums, the call of the snare
The winds of the Highlands have found you here