Willie Mcbride Lyrics

The Green Fields Of France.

Willie mcbride lyrics. Well how do you do young Willy McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun Ive been walking all day and Im nearly done. Looking For Great Deals On Music With Lyrics. Lyrics to Willie McBride by THE IRISH ROVERS.

And I see by your gravestone you were only 19 When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916 Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene. Ive 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. Did they really believe that this war would end wars.

And did they believe when they answered the call. Ah young Willie McBride I cant help wonder why Did all those who lay here really know why they died. And did they believe when they answered the call Did they really believe that this war would end war.

Or Willy McBride was it slow and obscene Did they beat the drums slowly Did they 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 rest for awhile in the warm summer sun Ive been walking all day and Im nearly done. No Mans Land original title The Green Fields Of France Willie McBride.

For young Willie McBride it all happened again. Well how do you do Private William McBride Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside. Willie McBride 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 Ive 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.

The author reflects on the life of a young man who died in World War I while standing by his graveside. Collection of Irish Song Lyrics Willie McBride aka. For the sorrow the suffering the glory the pain The killing and dying were all done in vain For young Willie McBride it all.