The Blenheim Song
We marched every day and camped every night
The size of our army such a splendid sight
From the low countries along the Rhine
A grim destination in this wartime
John Churchill our Duke had a bold plan
To stop the French for his Queen Anne
With such skill over many a mile
His clever deception still makes me smile
The reason for fighting was not understood
As I held my musket of metal and wood
Of Spanish succession I heard it said
But it makes no real sense when you count up the dead
And so to the battle the cannons roared
The steel of the bayonets the clash of the sword
At Blenheim the French made a fatal mistake
That village the English they must not take
The reason for fighting was not understood
As I held my musket of metal and wood
Of Spanish succession I heard it said
But it makes no real sense when you count up the dead
The news of defeat hurt King Louis' Pride
The sun King's power put to one side
In England the victory greatly acclaimed
Whilst the French generals felt so ashamed
The reason for fighting was not understood
As I held my musket of metal and wood
Of Spanish succession I heard it said
But it makes no real sense when you count up the dead
The size of our army such a splendid sight
From the low countries along the Rhine
A grim destination in this wartime
John Churchill our Duke had a bold plan
To stop the French for his Queen Anne
With such skill over many a mile
His clever deception still makes me smile
The reason for fighting was not understood
As I held my musket of metal and wood
Of Spanish succession I heard it said
But it makes no real sense when you count up the dead
And so to the battle the cannons roared
The steel of the bayonets the clash of the sword
At Blenheim the French made a fatal mistake
That village the English they must not take
The reason for fighting was not understood
As I held my musket of metal and wood
Of Spanish succession I heard it said
But it makes no real sense when you count up the dead
The news of defeat hurt King Louis' Pride
The sun King's power put to one side
In England the victory greatly acclaimed
Whilst the French generals felt so ashamed
The reason for fighting was not understood
As I held my musket of metal and wood
Of Spanish succession I heard it said
But it makes no real sense when you count up the dead
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Churchward
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