The cast of Belgian-American farmers welcomes the audience.

Lyrics

UP IN WISCONSIN’S GREAT NORT’ EAST
OFF IN DE CORNER WHERE YOU NOTICE US LEAST
DERE’S MORE BEER DAN YOU CAN TAKE A LICK AT
AND MORE BELGIANS DAN YOU CAN SHAKE A STICK AT

WE COME HERE IN 1854
SETTLED IN DYCKESVILLE, BRUSSELS AND NAMUR
NOW WE DO WHAT BELGIANS OUGHTA DO
IN GREATER DOOR COUNTY AND KEWAUNEE COUNTY, TOO

WE’RE BELGIAN FARMERS AND WE’RE GETTIN’ BY
WE WON’T GO TO HEAVEN IF DERE AIN’T PRUNE PIE
WE MILK OUR COWS IN DE COUNTY OF DOOR
AND WHEN WE CAN WE POLKA ‘TIL OUR HINDERS ARE SORE

WE RAISE COWS AND WE GROW OATS
FISH ON DE BAY IN TINY LITTLE BOATS
KEEP A FEW CHICKENS BACK IN DE COOP
AND MAKE ‘EM INTO BOOYAH – A KINDA CHICKEN SOUP

SPEND HALF OUR TIMES PLANTIN’ TINY LITTLE SEEDS
AND DE UDDER HALF PULLIN’ TINY LITTLE WEEDS
EAT MORE CHEESE DAN YOU’D EVER WANT TO CHEW
AND SMELL MORE MANURE DAN YOU’D EVER WANNA DO

WE’RE BELGIAN FARMERS AND WE’RE GETTIN’ BY
WE WON’T GO TO HEAVEN IF DERE AIN’T PRUNE PIE
WE MILK OUR COWS IN DE COUNTY OF DOOR
AND WHEN WE CAN WE POLKA ‘TIL OUR HINDERS ARE SORE

DANCE BREAK

WE’RE BELGIAN FARMERS AND WE’RE GETTIN’ BY
WE WON’T GO TO HEAVEN IF DERE AIN’T PRUNE PIE
WE MILK OUR COWS IN DE COUNTY OF DOOR
AND WHEN WE CAN WE POLKA ‘TIL OUR HINDERS HINDERS HINDERS
WHEN WE CAN WE POLKA ‘TIL OUR HINDERS ARE SORE