Dropkick Murphys - The green fields of France

oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene

did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march
as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
in some loyal heart
is your memory enshrined
and though you died back in 1916
to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
or are you a stranger without even a name
forever enshrined
behind some old glass pane
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march
as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest the sun shining down on these green fields of france
the warm wind blows gently
and the red poppies dance
the trenches have vanished long under the plow
no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
but here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation were butchered and damned

did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march
as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

and i can't help but wonder
oh willy mcbride
do all those who lie here know
why they died
did you really believe them
when they told you the cause
did you really believe that this war
would end wars
well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
the killing and dying it was all done in vain
oh willy mcbride it all happened again
and again, and again, and again, and again

did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march
as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest