Green Fields Of France
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WGell how do you dEmo young WCillie MAmcBride,
Do you mDind if I sD7it here down bCy your graveGside,
And rest for a wEmhile in the wCarm summer sAmun,
I've been wDalking all dD7ay and IC'm nearly dGone.
IG see by your gEmravestone you were oCnly 1Am9,
When you jDoined the great fCallen in 1G916,D7
Well IG hope you died qEmuick and I hAmope you died clean,
Or WDillie McBD7ride was it sClow and oGbscene.
DGid they bDeat the drum sD7lowly,
Did they plCay the fife loGwly,
Did they sDound the dead mD7arch, as they lCowered you dDown,
Did the bCand play the last post and chGorusEm,
Did the pGipes play the FClowers of the FD7orestG.
AndG did you leave aEm wife or aC sweetheartAm behind,
In sDome loyalD7 heart is yourC memory enshGrined,
And though youEm died back inC 191Am6,
ToD that loyalD7 heart you'reC foreverG 19.
GOr are you a Emstranger without Ceven a Amname,
FoDreverC enshrined behind Gsome old glass D7pane,
In aGn old photogEmraph all torn tAmattered and stained,
And fDaded to yD7ellow in a bCrown leatherG frame.
DGid they bDeat the drum sD7lowly,
Did they plCay the fife loGwly,
Did they sDound the dead mD7arch, as they lCowered you dDown,
Did the bCand play the last post and chGorusEm,
Did the pGipes play the FClowers of the FD7orestG.
TheG sun's shiningEm down on theseC green fields ofAm France,
TheD warm wind blowsD7 gently and theC red poppiesG dance,
The trenches Emhave vanished Clong underAm the plow
NoD gas, no barbedD7 wire, noC guns firingG now.
ButG here in thisEm graveyard it'sC still "No Man'sAm Land",
TheD countless whiteC crosses inG mute witnessD7 stand,
ToG man's blindEm indifference toAm his fellow man,
And aD whole geD7neration that wereC butchered andG damned.
DGid they bDeat the drum sD7lowly,
Did they plCay the fife loGwly,
Did they sDound the dead mD7arch, as they lCowered you dDown,
Did the bCand play the last post and chGorusEm,
Did the pGipes play the FClowers of the FD7orestG.
And IG can't help butEm wonder, ohC Willie MAmcBride
DoD all those whoD7 lie hereC know why theyG die,
Did you reEmally beliCeve them when they toGld you the cause
Did they reDally belD7ieve that this wCar would end wGars.
Well, the Gsuffering, theEm sorrow, theC glory, theAm shame
TheD killing andC dying itG was all done inD7 vain,
Oh WGillie McBEmride it all hAmappened again,
And aDgain, anD7d again, anCd again, anGd again