[01:23.35]Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
[01:33.90]The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
[01:43.45]That golden light all grimy now
[01:49.04]Three hundred years have passed
[01:51.36]The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
[02:06.15]The artist knew their faces well
[02:08.19]The husbands of his lady friends
[02:10.22]His creditors and councillors
[02:12.27]In armour bright, the merchant men
[02:14.30]Official moments of the guild
[02:16.53]In poses keen from bygone days
[02:18.48]The city fathers frozen there
[02:20.32]Upon the canvas dark with age
[02:30.49]The smell of paint, a flask of wine
[02:32.85]And turn those faces all to me
[02:34.65]The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
[02:36.81]And Dutch respectability
[02:38.71]They make their entrance one by one
[02:40.85]Defenders of that way of life
[02:42.84]The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
[02:44.88]Guitar lessons for the wife
[03:34.98]So many years we suffered here
[03:37.16]Our country racked with Spanish wars
[03:39.42]Now comes a chance to find ourselves
[03:41.37]And quiet reigns behind our doors
[03:43.26]We think about posterity again
[04:17.82]And so the pride of little men
[04:22.13]The burghers good and true
[04:24.52]Still living through the painter's hands
[04:27.04]Request you all to understand