H. S. Caldecott, Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3828… (19th and 20th century)
“ He is out amongst the hedges and the ditches in the rain, But, when the soixante-quinzes are hushed, just hark!—the old refain, "Si tu veux faire mon bonheur, Marguérite, O Marguérite," Ringing clear above the rifles and the trampling of the feet! ”
