Artist: Dropkick Murphy's
[VERSE]
[G]Well how do you [Em]do young [C]Willie [Am]McBride,
Do you [D]mind if I [D7]sit here down [C]by your grav[G]eside,
And rest for a [Em]while beneath[C] the warm su[Am]mmer sun,
I've been [D]walking all [D7]day and [C]I'm nearly [G]done.
[G]I see by your [Em]gravestone you were [C]only [Am]19,
When you [D]joined the great [C]fallen in [G]19[D7]16,
Well [G]I hope you died [Em]well and I h[Am]ope you died clean,
Or [D]Willie Mc[D7]Bride was it [C]slow and [G]obscene.
[CHORUS]
[G]Did they [D]beat the drum [D7]slowly,
Did they p[C]lay the fife l[G]owly,
Did they [D]sound the dead [D7]march, as they [C]lowered you [D]down,
Did the [C]band play the last post and c[G]horu[Em]s,
Did the [G]pipes play the [C]Flowers of the [D7]Fores[G]t.
[VERSE]
And [G]did you leave er[Em] wife or a[C] sweetheart[Am] behind,
In so[D]me faitful [D7]heart is your [C]memory enshr[G]ined,
And though you died [Em]back in [C]19[Am]16,
In [D]that faithful[D7] heart you're[C] forever[G] 19.
[G]Or are you a [Em]stranger without [C]even a [Am]name,
[D]Enclosed and [C]Forever [G]behind a glass [D7]frame,
In [G]an old photo[Em]graph torn [Am]battered and stained,
And [D]faded to [D7]yellow in a [C]brown leathe[G]r frame.
[CHORUS]
[G]Did they [D]beat the drum [D7]slowly,
Did they p[C]lay the fife l[G]owly,
Did they [D]sound the dead [D7]march, as they [C]lowered you [D]down,
Did the [C]band play the last post and c[G]horu[Em]s,
Did the [G]pipes play the [C]Flowers of the [D7]Fores[G]t.
[VERSE]
The [G]sun now it shi[Em]nes on the gre[C]en fields of Fra[Am]nce,
There'[D]s a warm summer [D7]breeze that make the [C]red poppies [G]dance,
The trenches have [Em]vanished long [C]under the [Am]plow
There's No [D]gas, no b[D7]arbed wire, [C]no guns firing[G] now.
But [G]here in this [Em]graveyard it's [C]still "No Man's [Am]Land",
The [D]countless white [C]crosses in [G]mute witness [D7]stand,
To [G]man's blind [Em]indifference to [Am]his fellow man,
And a [D]whole gen[D7]eration that were [C]butchered and [G]damned.
[CHORUS]
[G]Did they [D]beat the drum [D7]slowly,
Did they p[C]lay the fife l[G]owly,
Did they [D]sound the dead [D7]march, as they [C]lowered you [D]down,
Did the [C]band play the last post and c[G]horu[Em]s,
Did the [G]pipes play the [C]Flowers of the [D7]Fores[G]t.
[VERSE]
[G]Well Willie M[Em]c Bride I c[C]an't help wondering [Am]why
Do [D]all those who [D7]lie here [C]know why they did [G]die,
[G]And did they b[Em]elieve wh[C]en they answered the[Am] call
Did they r[D]eally be[D7]lieve that this [C]war would end [G]wars.
Well, the s[G]orrow the suff[Em]ering, the g[C]lory, the p[Am]ain
The [D]killing and [C]dying it [G]was all done in [D7]vain,
Oh [G]Willie Mc[Em]Bride it all [Am]happened again,
And [D]again, a[D7]nd again, a[C]nd again, a[G]nd again.
[G]Well how do you [Em]do young [C]Willie [Am]McBride,
Do you [D]mind if I [D7]sit here down [C]by your grav[G]eside,
And rest for a [Em]while beneath[C] the warm su[Am]mmer sun,
I've been [D]walking all [D7]day and [C]I'm nearly [G]done.
[G]I see by your [Em]gravestone you were [C]only [Am]19,
When you [D]joined the great [C]fallen in [G]19[D7]16,
Well [G]I hope you died [Em]well and I h[Am]ope you died clean,
Or [D]Willie Mc[D7]Bride was it [C]slow and [G]obscene.
[CHORUS]
[G]Did they [D]beat the drum [D7]slowly,
Did they p[C]lay the fife l[G]owly,
Did they [D]sound the dead [D7]march, as they [C]lowered you [D]down,
Did the [C]band play the last post and c[G]horu[Em]s,
Did the [G]pipes play the [C]Flowers of the [D7]Fores[G]t.
[VERSE]
And [G]did you leave er[Em] wife or a[C] sweetheart[Am] behind,
In so[D]me faitful [D7]heart is your [C]memory enshr[G]ined,
And though you died [Em]back in [C]19[Am]16,
In [D]that faithful[D7] heart you're[C] forever[G] 19.
[G]Or are you a [Em]stranger without [C]even a [Am]name,
[D]Enclosed and [C]Forever [G]behind a glass [D7]frame,
In [G]an old photo[Em]graph torn [Am]battered and stained,
And [D]faded to [D7]yellow in a [C]brown leathe[G]r frame.
[CHORUS]
[G]Did they [D]beat the drum [D7]slowly,
Did they p[C]lay the fife l[G]owly,
Did they [D]sound the dead [D7]march, as they [C]lowered you [D]down,
Did the [C]band play the last post and c[G]horu[Em]s,
Did the [G]pipes play the [C]Flowers of the [D7]Fores[G]t.
[VERSE]
The [G]sun now it shi[Em]nes on the gre[C]en fields of Fra[Am]nce,
There'[D]s a warm summer [D7]breeze that make the [C]red poppies [G]dance,
The trenches have [Em]vanished long [C]under the [Am]plow
There's No [D]gas, no b[D7]arbed wire, [C]no guns firing[G] now.
But [G]here in this [Em]graveyard it's [C]still "No Man's [Am]Land",
The [D]countless white [C]crosses in [G]mute witness [D7]stand,
To [G]man's blind [Em]indifference to [Am]his fellow man,
And a [D]whole gen[D7]eration that were [C]butchered and [G]damned.
[CHORUS]
[G]Did they [D]beat the drum [D7]slowly,
Did they p[C]lay the fife l[G]owly,
Did they [D]sound the dead [D7]march, as they [C]lowered you [D]down,
Did the [C]band play the last post and c[G]horu[Em]s,
Did the [G]pipes play the [C]Flowers of the [D7]Fores[G]t.
[VERSE]
[G]Well Willie M[Em]c Bride I c[C]an't help wondering [Am]why
Do [D]all those who [D7]lie here [C]know why they did [G]die,
[G]And did they b[Em]elieve wh[C]en they answered the[Am] call
Did they r[D]eally be[D7]lieve that this [C]war would end [G]wars.
Well, the s[G]orrow the suff[Em]ering, the g[C]lory, the p[Am]ain
The [D]killing and [C]dying it [G]was all done in [D7]vain,
Oh [G]Willie Mc[Em]Bride it all [Am]happened again,
And [D]again, a[D7]nd again, a[C]nd again, a[G]nd again.
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