Dropkick Murphys – The Green Fields Of France (Ukulele)

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          Well how do you do young Willie McBride,

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          Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,

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          And rest for a while in the warm summer sun,

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          I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done.

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          I see by your gravestone you were only 19,

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          When you joined the great fallen in 1916,

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          Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean,

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          Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene.

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          Did they beat the drum slowly,

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          Did they play the fife lowly,

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          Did they sound the death march, as they lowered you down,

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          Did the band play the last post and chorus,

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          Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.

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          And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind,

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          In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined,

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          And though you died back in 1916,

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          To that loyal heart  you're forever 19.

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          Or are you a stranger without even a name,

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          Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane,

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          In an old photograph all torn tattered and stained,

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          And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

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          Did they beat the drum slowly,

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          Did they play the fife lowly,

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          Did they sound the death march, as they lowered you down,

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          Did the band play the last post and chorus,

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          Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.

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          The sun's shining down on these green fields of France,

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          The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance,

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          The trenches have vanished long under the plow

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          No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now.

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          But here in this graveyard it's still "No Man's Land",

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          The countless white crosses in mute witness stand,

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          To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,

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          And a whole generation that were butchered and damned.

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          Did they beat the drum slowly,

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          Did they play the fife lowly,

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          Did they sound the death march, as they lowered you down,

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          Did the band play the last post and chorus,

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          Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.

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          And I can't help but wonder, oh Willie McBride

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          Do all those who lie here know why they die,

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          Did you really believe them when they told you the cause

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          Did they really believe that this war would end wars.

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          Well, the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame

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          The killing and dying it was all done in vain,

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          Oh Willie McBride it all happened again,

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          And again, and again, and again, and again.

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          Did they beat the drum slowly,

                    G            D
          Did they play the fife lowly,

                   A                            G          A
          Did they sound the death march, as they lowered you down,

                  G                           D Bm
          Did the band play the last post and chorus,

                  D              G             A  D
          Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.