Daar zijn de appeltjes van Oranje weer

There are the oranges apples again

I hear more and more now
Just like before
An orange vendor and he shouts every time:

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There are the oranges apples again
Oranges, pick them out yourself
Big, small, I have them in every size
Take a bite, juice along your chin
That's how the man on the street calls out (Yeah)
There are the oranges apples again
Oranges, grab a crate
Money to my wife, she's not standing around
And hey, keep the spirit up
And hey, keep the spirit up
And hey, keep the spirit up
They are just as fine
As Piet Hein's apples
And hey, keep the spirit up

It's such a familiar sound
And he sells through it
Because if he goes further, the whole street shouts in chorus:

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