Green Fields Of France Dropkick Murphys
[C]Well how do you [Am]do young [Fm]Willie M[D7]cBride,
Do you [G]mind if I sit here down [Fm]by your grave[C]side,
And rest for a [Am]while in the [Fm]warm summer s[D7]un,
I've been [G]walking all day and I[Fm]'m nearly do[C]ne.
[C]I see by your [Am]gravestone you were [Fm]only 1[D7]9,
When you [G]joined the great [Fm]fallen in 1[C]91[G]6,
Well [C]I hope you died [Am]quick and I [D7]hope you died clean,
Or [G]Willie McBride was it [Fm]slow and o[C]bscene.
[C]Did they [G]beat the drum slowly,
Did they p[Fm]lay the fife lo[C]wly,
Did they [G]sound the dead march, as they [Fm]lowered you d[G]own,
Did the [Fm]band play the last post and ch[C]orus[Am],
Did the [C]pipes play the [Fm]Flowers of the F[G]ores[C]t.
And [C]did you leave a [Am]wife or a[Fm] sweethe[D7]art behind,
In s[G]ome loyal heart is your [Fm]memory ens[C]hrined,
And though you [Am]died back in [Fm]191[D]6,
To [G]that loyal heart you're [Fm]forever 1[C]9.
[C]Or are you a [Am]stranger without [Fm]even a n[D7]ame,
For[G]ever [Fm]enshrined behind so[C]me old glass pa[G]ne,
In [C]an old photo[Am]graph all torn [D7]tattered and stained,
And [G]faded to yellow in a [Fm]brown leather[C] frame.
The [C]sun's shining [Am]down on these [Fm]green fields of F[D7]rance,
The [G]warm wind blows gently and the r[Fm]ed poppies da[C]nce,
The trenches have [Am]vanished long [Fm]under the p[D7]low
No [G]gas, no barbed wire, no g[Fm]uns firing no[C]w.
But [C]here in this [Am]graveyard it's [Fm]still "No Man's L[D7]and",
The [G]countless white [Fm]crosses in m[C]ute witness s[G]tand,
To [C]man's blind [Am]indifference to [D7]his fellow man,
And a [G]whole generation that were [Fm]butchered and d[C]amned.
And I [C]can't help but [Am]wonder, oh [Fm]Willie McB[D7]ride
Do [G]all those who lie here [Fm]know why they d[C]ie,
Did you r[Am]eally bel[Fm]ieve them when they to[C]ld you the cause
Did they r[G]eally believe that this [Fm]war would end w[C]ars.
Well, the su[C]ffering, the s[Am]orrow, the g[Fm]lory, the s[D7]hame
The [G]killing and [Fm]dying it w[C]as all done in v[G]ain,
Oh [C]Willie Mc[Am]Bride it all [D7]happened again,
And [G]again, and again, a[Fm]nd again, an[C]d again.