Willie Mcbride

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Well how do you do Private William McBride
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Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
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And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
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I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
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I can see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
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When you joined the dead heroes of nineteen fifteen
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And I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
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Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene


[Chorus]
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Did they beat the drums slowly and sound the fife lowly?
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Did the rifles fire o’er you as they lowered you down?
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Did the bugles sing the last post and chorus?
         C               F             G  C
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?


[Verse 2]
     C                     Am
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
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In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
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And though you died back in nineteen fifteen,
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In some faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
                              Dm
Or are you a stranger without even a name
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Enshrined forever behind a glass pane
      C                        Am            Dm
In an old photograph torn and tattered and stained
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And fading to yellow in a bound leather frame


[Chorus]
          G                         F              C
Did they beat the drums slowly and sound the fife lowly?
         G                            F           C
Did the rifles fire o’er you as they lowered you down?
         F                              G     G
Did the bugles sing the last post and chorus?
         C               F             G  C
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?


[Verse 3]
     C                           Am
The sun’s shining now on these green fields of France
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The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance
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The trenches have vanished under the plow
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No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
                                  Dm
But here in this graveyard it is still no man's land.
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The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
    C                          Am          Dm
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
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To a whole generation who was butchered and damned.


[Chorus]
          G                         F              C
Did they beat the drums slowly and sound the fife lowly?
         G                            F           C
Did the rifles fire o’er you as they lowered you down?
         F                              G     G
Did the bugles sing the last post and chorus?
         C               F             G  C
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?


[Verse 4]
         C                          Am
Well, I can't help but wonder now, Willie McBride,
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Do all those who lie here know why they died?
                                      Dm
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
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Did you really believe this war would end wars?
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Well, the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
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The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain.
     C                       Am         Dm
For Willie McBride, it's all happened again,
      G                     F          C   C
And again, and again, and again, and again.


[Chorus]
          G                         F              C
Did they beat the drums slowly and sound the fife lowly?
         G                            F           C
Did the rifles fire o’er you as they lowered you down?
         F                              G     G
Did the bugles sing the last post and chorus?
         C               F             G  C
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?