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SINGER: Furey Bruther
SONG:Green Fields Of France
Well how do you do young willie mcbride do you mind if i sit here down by your grave side and rest for a while beneath the warm summer sun i've been walking all day and i'm nearly done i see by your grave stone you were only nineteen when you join the great falling in nineteen sixteen i hope you died well and i hope you died clean or young willie mcbride was it slow and obscene Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fine flowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest Did you leave a wife or a sweet heart behind in some faithful heart is your memory in shrine although you died back in nineteen sixteen in that faithful heart are you forever nineteen or are you a stranger without even a name enclosed and forever behind the glass frame in an old photograph torned battered and stained and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame Did they beat the drum slowly did the play the fine flowly did they play the death 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 now it shines on the green fields of france there is a warm summer breeze it makes the red poppies dance and look how the sun shines from under the clouds there is no gas,no barbed wire, there is no gun firing now but here in this grave yard its 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 Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fine flowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest Ah young willie mcbride i cant help wonder why do those that lie here know why you didn't die and did they belive 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 dying were all done in vain for young willie mcbride it all happened again and again, and again, and again, and again Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fine flowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest Did they beat the drums slowly did they play the fine flowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest.
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