Green Fields Of France by Saga
Well how do you do young Willy Macbride ?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside ?
And rest for a while in the hot summer sun
I've ben walking all day and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone, you were only nineteen
When you joined the great call-up in 1916
I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean,
Or young Willy Macbride was it slow and obscence ?
Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they play the death march
As they lowered you down
And did the band play the last post and chorus
And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind ?
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Althought you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart are you forever 19
Or are you a stranger without a name
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