IT was a summer evening, | |
Old Kaspar's work was done, | |
And he before his cottage door | |
Was sitting in the sun; | |
And by him sported on the green | 5 |
His little grandchild Wilhelmine. | |
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She saw her brother Peterkin | |
Roll something large and round, | |
Which he beside the rivulet | |
In playing there had found: | 10 |
He came to ask what he had found | |
That was so large and smooth and round. | |
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Old Kaspar took it from the boy, | |
Who stood expectant by; | |
And then the old man shook his head, | 15 |
And with a natural sigh�?/TD> | |
"'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, | |
"Who fell in the great victory. | |
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"I find them in the garden, | |
For there's many here about; | 20 |
And often when I go to plough | |
The ploughshare turns them out. | |
For many thousand men," said he, | |
"Were slain in that great victory." | |
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"Now tell us what 'twas all about," | 25 |
Young Peterkin he cries; | |
And little Wilhelmine looks up | |
With wonder-waiting eyes; | |
"Now tell us all about the war, | |
And what they fought each other for." | 30 |
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"It was the English," Kaspar cried, | |
"Who put the French to rout; | |
But what they fought each other | |
I could not well make out. | |
But everybody said," quoth he, | 35 |
"That 'twas a famous victory. | |
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"My father lived at Blenheim then, | |
Yon little stream hard by; | |
They burnt his dwelling to the ground, | |
And he was forced to fly: | 40 |
So with his wife and child he fled, | |
Nor had he where to rest his head. | |
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"With fire and sword the country round | |
Was wasted far and wide, | |
And many a childing mother then | 45 |
And newborn baby died: | |
But things like that, you know, must be | |
At every famous victory. | |
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"They say it was a shocking sight | |
After the field was won, | 50 |
For many thousand bodies here | |
Lay rotting in the sun; | |
But things like that, you know, must be | |
After a famous victory. | |
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"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, | 55 |
And our good Prince Eugene"�?/TD> | |
"Why 'twas a very wicked thing!" | |
Said little Welhelmine; | |
"Nay—nay, my little girl," quoth he, | |
"It was a famous victory. | 60 |
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"And everybody praised the Duke | |
Who this great fight did win"�?/TD> | |
"But what good came of it at last?" | |
Quoth little Peterkin. | |
"Why that I cannot tell," said he, | 65 |
"But 'twas a famous victory." | |
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