Willie Mcbride Eric Bogle
Well[G] how do y[Em]ou do y[C]oung Will[Am]ie McBride
Do you[D] mind if I sit here [C]down by your gr[G]aveside,
And rest for [Em]a while neat the[C] warm summ[Am]er sun
I've been wa[D]lking all day, b[C]ut I'm ne[G]arly done
I[Bm] can see by your g[C]ravestone you were[Am] only nine[C]teen
When you [Am]joined the great[D7] fallen [G]of nineteen sixtee[D]n
An[Bm]d I hope you die[D7]d well and I[Am] hope you died[C] clean
Or young [D]Willie Mc[D7]Bride was it [C]slow and [G]obscene
Did they [D]beat the drum s[D7]lowly and [C]play the fife [G]lowly?
Did they [Am]sound the death [D7]march as they [C]lowered you [D]down?
And did the [C]band play the l[D7]ast post and [G]chorus?
[Em]And did the pipes play the [G]flowers of the [D]for[G]est?
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Although you died back in 1916, in that faithful heart are you forever 19
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed and forever behind a glass pane
In an old photograph torn and battered and stained
And fading to yellow in a dark leather frame
The sun now it shines on the green Fields of France
There¬ís a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land
And the countless white crosses lie mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation that were butchered and damned
Now young Willie McBride can't help but wonder how
Do those who lie here do they know why they died
Did they believe when they entered the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars
For the heartache and the suffering and the dieing and the pain
Young Willie McBride it was all done in vain
'For young Willie McBride it all happened again, and again, and again, and again and again.