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11It was the English that put the French to rout; It was a summer evening,
22But what they kill'd each other for, Old Kaspar's work was done,
33I could not well make out; And he before his cottage door
44But ev'rybody said, you see, Was sitting in the sun;
55That 'twas a famous victory. And by him sported on the green
66 His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
77With fire and sword the country round
88was wasted far and wide, She saw her brother Peterkin
99And many a childing mother then Roll something large and round
1010And newborn baby died. Which he beside the rivulet
1111But things like that, you know, must be In playing there had found;
1212At ev'ry famous victory. He came to ask what he had found
1313 That was so large and smooth and round.
1414They say it was a shocking sight
1515After the field was won; Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
1616For many thousand bodies here Who stood expectant by;
1717Lay rotting in the sun; And then the old man shook his head,
1818But things like that, you know, must be And with a natural sigh --
1919After a famous victory. "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,
2020 "Who fell in the great victory.
2121And ev'rybody praised the Duke
2222Who this great fight did win "I find them in the garden,
2323But what good came of it at last For there's many here about;
2424Quoth the fallen's kin: And often when I go to plough,
2525Why that I cannot tell, you see, The ploughshare turns them out.
2626But 'twas a very famous victory.For many thousand men," said he,
27"Were slain in that great victory."
28
29"Now tell us what 'twas all about,"
30 Young Peterkin, he cries;
31And little Wilhelmine looks up
32 With wonder-waiting eyes;
33"Now tell us all about the war,
34And what they fought each other for."
35
36"It was the English," Kaspar cried,
37 "Who put the French to rout;
38But what they fought each other for
39 I could not well make out;
40But everybody said," quoth he,
41"That 'twas a famous victory.
42
43"My father lived at Blenheim then,
44 Yon little stream hard by;
45They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
46 And he was forced to fly;
47So with his wife and child he fled,
48Nor had he where to rest his head.
49
50"With fire and sword the country round
51 Was wasted far and wide,
52And many a childing mother then,
53 And new-born baby died;
54But things like that, you know, must be
55At every famous victory.
56
57"They said it was a shocking sight
58 After the field was won;
59For many thousand bodies here
60 Lay rotting in the sun;
61But things like that, you know, must be
62After a famous victory.
63
64"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won,
65 And our good Prince Eugene." --
66"Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!"
67 Said little Wilhelmine.
68"Nay ... nay ... my little girl," quoth he,
69"It was a famous victory."
70
71"And everybody praised the Duke
72 Who this great fight did win."
73"But what good came of it at last?"
74 Quoth little Peterkin.
75"Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
76"But 'twas a famous victory."

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