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58 lines
2.1 KiB
\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Green Fields of France}[by=Eric Bogle]
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\beginverse
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Oh \[G]how do you \[Em]do, young \[C]Willy Mc\[Am]Bride
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Do you \[D]mind if I \[D7]sit here down \[C]beside your grave\[G]side
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And rest for a \[Em]while 'neath the \[C]warm summer \[Am]sun
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I've been \[D]walking all \[D7]day, and \[C]I'm nearly \[G]done
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And I \[G]see by your \[Em]gravestone you were \[C]only nine\[Am]teen
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When you \[D]joined the great \[C]fallen in \[G]19\[D7]16
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Well I \[G]hope you died \[Em]quick
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And I \[Am]hope you died clean
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Oh \[D]Willy Mc\[D7]Bride, was is it \[C]slow and ob\[G]scene
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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\[G]Did they \[D]beat the drums \[D7]slowly?
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Did they \[C]play the fife \[G]lowly?
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Did they \[D]sound the death \[D7]march as they \[C]lowered you \[D]down?
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Did the \[C]band play the Last Post in \[G]cho\[Em]rus?
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Did the \[G]pipes play the \[C]Flowers of the \[D7]Fo\[G]rest?
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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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 nineteen
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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 torn, tattered, and stained
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And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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The sun 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 that'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 were butchered and damned
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride
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Do all those who lie here know why they died?
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Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
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Did you 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 Willy McBride it all happened again
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And again, and again, and again, and again
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\endverse
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\endsong
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