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It was a summer's evening	A
Old Casper's work was done	B
And he before his cottage door	C
Was sitting in the sun	B
And by him sported on the green	D
His little grandchild Wilhelmine	E
	-
She saw her brother Peterkin	E
Roll something large and round	F
That he beside the rivulet	F
In playing there had found	F
He came to ask what he had found	F
That was so large and smooth and round	F
	-
Old Casper took it from the boy	G
Who stood expectant by	H
And then the old man shook his head	F
And with a natural sigh	H
'Tis some poor fellow's skull said he	I
Who fell in the great victory	I
	-
I find them in the garden for	C
There's many here about	F
And often when I go to plough	J
The ploughshare turns them out	F
For many thousand men said he	I
Were slain in the great victory	I
	-
Now tell us what 'twas all about	F
Young Peterkin he cries	K
And little Wilhelmine looks up	L
With wonder waiting eyes	K
Now tell us all about the war	C
And what they kill'd each other for	C
	-
It was the English Casper cried	F
That put the French to rout	F
But what they kill'd each other for	C
I could not well make out	F
But everybody said quoth he	I
That 'twas a famous victory	I
	-
My father lived at Blenheim then	M
Yon little stream hard by	H
They burnt his dwelling to the ground	F
And he was forced to fly	H
So with his wife and child he fled	F
Nor had he where to rest his head	F
	-
With fire and sword the country round	F
Was wasted far and wide	F
And many a childing mother then	M
And new born infant died	F
But things like that you know must be	I
At every famous victory	I
	-
They say it was a shocking sight	F
After the field was won	B
For many a thousand bodies here	N
Lay rotting in the sun	B
But things like that you know must be	I
After a famous victory	I
	-
Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won	B
And our good Prince Eugene	D
Why 'twas a very wicked thing	A
Said little Wilhelmine	E
Nay nay my little girl quoth he	I
It was a famous victory	I
	-
And everybody praised the duke	O
Who such a fight did win	E
But what good came of it at last	F
Quoth little Peterkin	E
Why that I cannot tell said he	I
But 'twas a famous victory	I

Robert Southey

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