My father lived at Blenheim then, 当年，我父亲住在布伦海姆，

　　Yon little stream, hard by; 那里有条小河，水流湍急，

　　They burnt his dwelling to the ground, 英国佬放火烧光我家房子，

　　And he was forced to fly; 寸草不存，片瓦不留，

　　So, with his wife and child he fled, 父亲被迫离家出走，

　　Nor had he where to rest his head. 带着母亲，抱着我。

　　With fire and sword, the country round was wasted, far and wide; 四面八方，火光混合枪声，遍地都是，焦土、尸体

　　And many a nursing mother then, and newborn baby died; 喂奶的母亲，怀抱出生就死去的孩子。

　　But things like that, you know, must be, 可你们知道，战争就是那样，

　　At every famous victory. 哪次，不是血流成河？

　　They say it was a shocking sight, 人们都说，景象悲惨，

　　After the field was won; 后来，法国人打回后，

　　For many thousand bodies here, 数千具尸体，七横八躺，

　　Lay rotting in the sun: 阳光暴晒下，很快腐烂。

　　But things like that, you know, must be, 可你们知道，战争就是那样，

　　After a famous victory. 哪次，不是尸骨堆山？

　　Great praise the Duke of Marlboro' won, 人们盛赞，马尔伯勒公爵的战绩，

　　And our young prince, Eugene. 还有，年轻王子尤金的胜利。

　　Why, 't was a very wicked thing! 为什么呢？杀人是邪恶的！

　　Said little Wilhelmine. 小威廉明妮开口说道。

　　"Nay, nay, my little girl!" quoth he, “噢，不，我的孩子，”老卡斯帕说，

　　It was a famous victory. 那可是，一次了不起的胜利。

　　And everybody praised the Duke who this great fight did win. 每人都称赞公爵，他确实，赢得了战争。

　　But what good came of it at last? 但，最终又有什么好处？

　　Quoth little Peterkin. 小威廉明妮问道。

　　"Why, that I can not tell," said he, “为什么？我也不知道，”老卡斯帕嘟囔，