O meu Tio Ben,

                                           O Irmão da minha Mãe

                                             Perdeu a vida nova

                                        Pela agressão do invasor

                                Nos afamados campos de Flandres

                                      Onde milhares vez milhares

                                        Lhe tinham precedido

                                Belgas, Franceses, inglês, Alemães

                                       Mesmo filhos portugueses

                                              Não jaz sozinho

                              Nos afamados campos de Flandres

                          Ao preço da sua vida, a paz para os outros

                                           O Irmão da minha Mãe

                                        O meu tio Ben quem honra 

                                                            Mijn nonkel Ben
                                                   de broer van mijn  moeder
                                                      verloor het jonge leven
                                             door de agressie van de bezetter
                                             op de vermaarde vlaamse velden
                                               Waar duizenden maal duizenden
                                                  hem hebben vooraf gegaan.
                                              Belgen, fransen duitsers , engelsen
                                                     zelfs portugese zonen
                                                          Hij ligt er niet alleen
                                                   op de vermaarde  vlaamse velden
                                 aan de prijs van zijn leven, de vrede voor anderen
                                                        de broer van mijn moeder
                                                        Mijn Nonkel Ben, die ik eer.