| 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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