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You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:  A mile or so away,
On a little mound,
Napoleon  Stood on our storming-day;

Here on the edge of the forest I pitched camp
All night long in pleasant southern
By the moon's lightI listen to the call of a doe in heat
To whom is she calling