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Well how do you do young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene.
Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the dead march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you're forever 19.
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph all torn tattered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.
Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the dead march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.
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 generation that were butchered and damned.
Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the dead march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.
And I can't help but wonder oh Willie McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they die
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars.
Well the suffering the sorrow the glory the shame
The killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willie McBride it all happened again
And again and again and again and again
