In Haarlam
ten streets converge
on the huge Grote Markt

A church with a 130 foot high tower
one of the finest organs in the world
pipes as long as thirty three feet

Played by Handel and by Mozart too
resting place of Hals and de Key

But its always been a market square
old guild houses and fine shops
carved stone in a dozen colours
centuries and centuries old

In the corner, red and white
and as plastic as tomorrow
the twin dikes of McDonalds