(G) Well how do you (Em) do young (C) Willie Mc(Am)Bride,

Do you (D)mind if I (D7) sit here down (C) by your grave(G)side,

And rest for a (Em) while in the (C)warm summer (Am)sun,

I’ve been (D)walking all (D7)day and (C)I’m nearly (G)done,

I see by your (Em)graveside you were (C)only (Am)19,

When you (D)joined the great (C)fallen in (G)19(D7)16,

Well I (G)hope you died (Em)quick and I (Am)hope you died clean,

Or (D)Willie Mc(D7)Bride was it (C)slow and ob(G)scene.

CHORUS:

(G)Did they (D)beat the drum (D7)slowly,

Did they (C)play the fife (G)lowly,

Did they (D)sound the dead (D7)march, as they (C)lowered you (D)down,

Did the (C)band play the last post and (G)chorus,(Em)

Did the (G)pipes play the (C)Flowers of the (D7)Fo(G)rest.

And (G)did you leave a (Em)wife or a (C)sweetheart (Am)behind,

In (D)some loyal (D7)heart is your (C)memory ensh(G)rined,

And though you (Em)died back in (C)nineteen six(Am)teen,

To (D)that loyal (D7)heart you’re (C)forever nine(G)teen,

(G)Or are you a (Em)stranger without (C)even a (Am)name,

For(D)ever (C)enshrined behind (G)some old glass (D7)pane,

In (G)an old photo(Em)graph all torn (Am)tattered and stained,

And (D)faded to (D7)yellow in a (C)brown leather (G)frame.

CHORUS:

The (G)sun’s shining (Em)down on these (C)green fields of (Am)France,

The (D)warm wind blows (D7)gently and the (C)red poppies (G)dance,

The trenches have (Em)vanished long (C)under the (Am)plow,

No (D)gas, no barbed (D7)wire, no (C)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 gene(D7)ration that were (C)butchered and (G)damned.

CHORUS:

And I (G)can’t help but (Em)wonder, oh (C)Willie Mc(Am)bride,

Do (D)all those who (D7)lie here (C)know why they (G)die,

Did you (Em)really be(C)lieve them when they (C)told you the (Am)cause,

Did they (D)really be(D7)lieve that this (C)war would end (G)wars.

Well, the (G)suffering, the (Em)sorrow, the (C)glory, the (Am)shame,

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 and (D7)again and (C)again and (G)again.