Haarlem was probably the first Dutch city I was ever aware of, through the unlikely medium of a sea shanty (?) that I learned at primary school (though whether directly in class or via one of the BBC radio schools music programmes of the 1950s, I can no longer remember):
I’ve been to Haarlem, I’ve been to Dover / I’ve travelled this wide world all over.
Over, over, three times over / Drink all you have to drink and turn the glasses over.
Sailing east, sailing west / Sailing o’er the ocean,
Better watch out when the boat begins to rock / Or you’ll lose your girl in the ocean.
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