Anton Myburgh — Boer En Sy Roer song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Boer En Sy Roer" by Anton Myburgh.

Lyrics

Sit jou hand op die ploeg
In die son sal jy swoeg
Want die boer en sy roer
Word nooit moeg
Want die boer en sy roer word nooit moeg om te ploeg
As hy staan, staan hy sterker as 'n rots
Sit jy kettings om sy taal
Sal die duiwel jou kom haal
Los sy grond
Jy speel met ´n bom se lont
Boer maar voort Boereseun
Niemand sal jou grond kom neem
Want die Boer en sy roer word nooit moeg
Want die Boer en sy roer word nooit moeg om te ploeg
As hy staan, staan hy sterker as 'n rots
Sit jy kettings om sy taal
Sal die duiwel jou kom haal
Los sy grond, jy speel met 'n bom se lont
Plant jou mielies, teel jou bees
Jy hoef geen onheil te vrees
Want die Boer en sy roer word nooit moeg
Want die Boer en sy roer word nooit moeg om te ploeg
As hy staan, staan hy sterker as 'n rots
Sit jy kettings om sy taal
Sal die duiwel jou kom haal
Los sy grond, jy speel met 'n bom se lont
Met sy een oog op die weer
En sy hand op sy geweer
Word die Boer en sy roer nooit moeg
Want die Boer en sy roer word nooit moeg om te ploeg
As hy staan, staan hy sterker as 'n rots
Sit jy kettings om sy taal
Sal die duiwel jou kom haal
Los sy grond, jy speel met 'n bom se lont

Lyrics translation

Put your hand on the plow
In the sun will you toil
Because the farmer and his stirring
Be never tired
Because the farmer and his helm is never tired to plow
As he stands, he stands stronger than a rock
You put chains around his language
The devil will make you pick up
Loose its ground
You play with a bomb's fuse
Farmer but continues Boereseun
No one will your land take
Because the Farmer and his helm is never tired
Because the Farmer and his helm is never tired to plow
As he stands, he stands stronger than a rock
You put chains around his language
The devil will make you pick up
Loose his land, you are playing with a bomb's fuse
Plant your corn, you breed your beef
You have no evil to fear
Because the Farmer and his helm is never tired
Because the Farmer and his helm is never tired to plow
As he stands, he stands stronger than a rock
You put chains around his language
The devil will make you pick up
Loose his land, you are playing with a bomb's fuse
With his one eye on the weather
And his hand on his gun
The Farmer and his rudder never tired
Because the Farmer and his helm is never tired to plow
As he stands, he stands stronger than a rock
You put chains around his language
The devil will make you pick up
Loose his land, you are playing with a bomb's fuse