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。”