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GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE

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W  ell how do you d  o young W  illie M  cBride,
Do you m  ind if I s  it here down b  y your grave  side,
And rest for a w  hile in the w  arm summer s  un,
I've been w  alking all d  ay and I  'm nearly d  one.
I   see by your g  ravestone you were o  nly 1  9,
When you j  oined the great f  allen in 1  916,  
Well I   hope you died q  uick and I h  ope you died clean,
Or W  illie McB  ride was it s  low and o  bscene.
 
 
D  id they b  eat the drum s  lowly,
Did they pl  ay the fife lo  wly,
Did they s  ound the dead m  arch, as they l  owered you d  own,
Did the b  and play the last post and ch  orus  ,
Did the p  ipes play the F  lowers of the F  orest  .
 
 
And   did you leave a   wife or a   sweetheart   behind,
In s  ome loyal   heart is your   memory ensh  rined,
And though you   died back in   191  6,
To   that loyal   heart  you're   forever   19.
  Or are you a   stranger without   even a   name,
Fo  rever   enshrined behind   some old glass   pane,
In a  n old photog  raph all torn t  attered and stained,
And f  aded to y  ellow in a b  rown leather   frame.
 
 
D  id they b  eat the drum s  lowly,
Did they pl  ay the fife lo  wly,
Did they s  ound the dead m  arch, as they l  owered you d  own,
Did the b  and play the last post and ch  orus  ,
Did the p  ipes play the F  lowers of the F  orest  .
 
 
The   sun's shining   down on these   green fields of   France,
The   warm wind blows   gently and the   red poppies   dance,
The trenches   have vanished   long under   the plow
No   gas, no barbed   wire, no   guns firing   now.
But   here in this   graveyard it's   still "No Man's   Land",
The   countless white   crosses in   mute witness   stand,
To   man's blind   indifference to   his fellow man,
And a   whole ge  neration that were   butchered and   damned.
 
 
D  id they b  eat the drum s  lowly,
Did they pl  ay the fife lo  wly,
Did they s  ound the dead m  arch, as they l  owered you d  own,
Did the b  and play the last post and ch  orus  ,
Did the p  ipes play the F  lowers of the F  orest  .
 
 
And I   can't help but   wonder, oh   Willie M  cBride
Do   all those who   lie here   know why they   die,
Did you re  ally beli  eve them when they to  ld you the cause
Did they re  ally bel  ieve that this w  ar would end w  ars.
Well, the   suffering, the   sorrow, the   glory, the   shame
The   killing and   dying it   was all done in   vain,
Oh W  illie McB  ride it all h  appened again,
And a  gain, an  d again, an  d again, an  d again

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