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，
"But 't was a glorious victory."
“那可是，一次辉煌的胜利。”
