Well, how do you do, young private McBride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun? I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19 When you joined the great fallen in 1916 I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean, William McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down? Did the bugles sound "The Last Post" in chorus? Did the pipes play "The Flowers of the Forest?"
Did you leave any wife or a sweetheart behind? In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined? Although you died back there in 1916 To that faithful heart, are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name? Enclosed there forever behind some glass pane In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame.
Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down? Did the bugles sound "The Last Post" in chorus? Did the pipes play "The Flowers of the Forest?"
Oh the sun now it shines on the green fields of France As a warm summer breeze makes a red poppies dance It see how the trenches have vanished neath the plough 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 in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man. And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down? Did the bugles sound "The Last Post" in chorus? Did the pipes play "The Flowers of the Forest?"
Now young , private McBride, I can't help wondering why? Do all those who lie here know why they died? Did they believe when they answered the cause Did they really believe that this war would end wars
The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame The killing, and the dying, it was 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 fife lowly? Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down? Did the bugles sound "The Last Post" in chorus? Did the pipes play "The Flowers of the Forest?"
Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down? Did the bugles sound "The Last Post" in chorus? Did the pipes play "The Flowers of the Forest?"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
