O trotse berge van die Boland, mooiste in die hele land,
ek groet vir laas, vaarwel my vriende; ek moet heen na verre strand.
Ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a, ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a,
ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a, ho-o-li-a-u-u-a-a-ho!

Gee my jou hand, my liefste nooientjie; ek moet skei, my lief, van jou.
Met hierdie tere liefdesoentjie, Bolandnooientjie, groet ek nou.
Ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a, ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a,
ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a, ho-o-li-a-u-u-a-a-ho!

Net soos die berge, stoer en stewig, sal my liefde altyd bly.
Mag jy, my mooiste Bolandnooientjie, soos die berge, mooiste bly.
Ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a, ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a,
ho-li-a-u-a-ho, ho-li-a, ho-o-li-a-u-u-a-a-ho!

Written by Woorde: P. MCLACHLAN Musiek: Switserse Volkswysie