Die waspoor uit die suide sny,
Reg noord Magaliesberg verby,
Maritz trek hier sy voorste laer
As skans teen onheil en gevaar.

The whistle of our whips will sound
O’er untapped fields it will abound.
Our ploughs will rip the hidden glen
Of fertile soil – hope for all men!

Where’er we go we serve fulfilled,
We conquer here, we win today.
Our fatherland’s greatest foray
The nation that we build!

Woorde: Coenie Rudolph
Toonsetting: Pierre Malan