A  ballad anout the history of Ghent (by the Llama 3 LLM)

(Verse 1)

In days of old, when legends told

Of mighty rivers, wide and cold

The Scheldt did flow, a path to fame

And Ghent, a city, rose to claim

Its place in history, strong and free

A hub of trade, a center of glee

The cloth of Ghent, a fabric fine

Adorned the nobles, in royal line

(Chorus)

Oh, Ghent, oh Ghent, city of old

Your stories whispered, tales to be told

From medieval grandeur to modern might

Your history shines, a beacon bright

(Verse 2)

The Counts of Flanders, ruled with pride

And Ghent, their capital, did reside

The Castle of the Counts, a fortress strong

Did stand against, the invading throng

The city walls, a defense so grand

Did keep the enemy, at bay in hand

The people of Ghent, a fierce delight

Did fight for freedom, through the dark of night

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

The Renaissance, a time of change

Did bring new ideas, a cultural range

The University, a hub of thought

Did attract scholars, from far and sought

(Verse 3)

The Industrial Revolution, a time of steam

Did bring new industries, a modern dream

The textile mills, a hum of machines

Did drive the economy, with newfound themes

The people of Ghent, a resilient breed

Did adapt and thrive, in times of need

Their city, a testament to their might

Did rise from ashes, in the morning light

(Outro) Today, Ghent stands, a city proud

A blend of old, and modern avowed

Its history rich, its people bold

A city of beauty, a story to be told.