Come nether man from Nether Land,Brung purse of beads and guilder,And all us tribe, we took him bribe:Him Big Chief of this wilder. This nether man from Nether LandAll fine frock coat and hat onHim walk round coast and raise him toast:Him name our place Manhattan. Then nether man from Nether LandFill up the land with DutchmenDespite him rent them never wentBut brung here whole heap cousin. That nether man of Nether landHim left on other businessSettlers barefaced had us displaced,Now we must squat an isthmus. Adrian FryWe bought some New World land today,With sixty guilders and some beads,Straight from the locals (what a steal!)