| ( Capo 3rd Fret ) |
| G | Em | C | Am | |
| Well how do you | do young | Willie | McBride, |
| D | D7 | C | G | |
| Do you | mind if I | sit here down | by your grave | side, |
| Em | C | Am | |
| And rest for a | while neath the | warm summer | sun, |
| D | D7 | C | G | |
| I've been | working all | day and | I'm nearly | done. |
| G | Em | C | Am | |
| I see by your | gravestone you were | only | 19, |
| D | C | G | D7 | |
| When you | joined the great | fallen in | 19 | 16, |
| G | Em | Am | |
| I | hope you died | well and I | hope you died clean, |
| D | D7 | C | G | |
| Or young | Willie Mc | Bride was it | slow and | obscene. |
| Chorus: |
| G | D | D7 | C | G | |
| Did they | beat the drum | slowly, did they | play the fife | lowly, |
| D | D7 | C | D | |
| Did they | sound the dead | march, as they | lowered you | down, |
| G | C | Em | |
| Did the | band play the last post and | chor | us, |
| G | C | D7 | G | |
| Did the | pipes play the | Flowers of the | Fores | t. |
| Did you leave ere 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 in forever behind a glass frame, |
| In an old photograph all torn battered and stained, |
| And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame. |
| Chorus |
| The sun now it shines on the green fields of France, |
| There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance, |
| And look how the sun shines from under the trees, |
| There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now. |
| But here in this graveyard it's still "No Man's Land", |
| The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand, |
| To man's blind indifference to his fellow man, |
| To a whole generation that were butchered and damned. |
| Chorus |
| Ah, young Willie McBride I can't help wonder why, |
| Do all those who lie here know why did they die, |
| And did they believe when they answered the call, |
| Did they really believe that this war would end wars. |
| Well, the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain, |
| The killing and dieing were all done in vain, |
| For young Willie McBride it all happened again, |
| And again, and again, and again, and again. |
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