Strophe:
Well how do you do young Willie McBride, do you mind if I sit here by your
graveside
And rest for a while 4neath the warm summer sun. I4ve been working all day and
I4m nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only 19 when you joined the great fallen in
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean, or young Willie McBride was it
slow and obscene?
Refrain:
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the dead march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play «The Last Post» and chorus?
Did the pipes play «The Flowers Of The Forest»?
Strophe:
Did you leave e4er a wife or a sweetheart behind, in some faithful heart is
your memory enshrined
Although you died back in 1916, in some faithful heart you are forever 19
Or are you a stranger wihtout even a name, enclosed in forever behind a glass
frame
In an old photograph, torn and battered and stained, and faded to yellow in
brown leather frame
Refrain:
Strophe:
The sun now it shines o4er the green fields of France, there4s a warm summer
breeze makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds, there4s no gas or barbed
wire, there4s no gun firing now
But here in the graveyard it4s still no man4s land, the countless white crosses
stand mute in the sand
To man4s blind indifference to his fellow man, to a whole generation we were
butchered and damned
Refrain:
Strophe:
Now young Willie McBride I can4t help wonder why, do all those who lie here
know why they died?
And did they believe when they answered the call, did they really believe that
this war would end wars?
Wel