It was the English that put the French to rout; But what they kill'd each other for, I could not well make out; But ev'rybody said, you see, That 'twas a famous victory. With fire and sword the country round was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then And newborn baby died. But things like that, you know, must be At ev'ry famous victory. They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. And ev'rybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win But what good came of it at last Quoth the fallen's kin: Why that I cannot tell, you see, But 'twas a very famous victory.
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