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Listen to the Song and Fill the blanks

par vandeperre carla
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cause sweetheart photograph bugles suffering France pipe drum crosses glorious rifles Private

Well , how do you do , William McBride ?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside ?
I'll rest for a while in the warm summer sun ,
I've been walking all day long and I'm nearly done .
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the fallen in 1916
Well , I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean ,
Or , Willie McBride , was it slow and obscene ?


Chorus :
Did they beat the slowly ?
Did they sound the pipe lowly ?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered you down ?
Did the bugles sing ? Last Post' in chorus ?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o' the Forest' ?


And did you leave a wife or a behind ?
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart are you always 19 .
Or are you stranger without even a name
For ever enshrined behind some glass - pane
In an old torn and tattered and stained
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame ?

Chorus :
Did they beat the drum slowly ?
Did they sound the lowly ?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered you down ?
Did the bugles sing ? Last Post' in chorus ?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o' the Forest' ?


Well the sun's shining now on these green fields of ,
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance .
The trenches are vanished long under the plough
No gas and no barbed wire , no guns firing now .
But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land .
The countless white in mute witness stand .
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man .
And a whole generation who were butchered and downed .


Chorus :
Did they beat the drum slowly ?
Did they sound the pipe lowly ?
Did the fire o'er ye as they lowered you down ?
Did the bugles sing ? Last Post' in chorus ?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o' the Forest' ?


And I can't help but wonder now Willie McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died ?
Did you really believe them when they told you the ?
You really believed that this war would end wars ?
The , the sorrow , the glory , the shame -
The killing , the dying - it was all done in vain .
For Willie McBride , it all happened again
And again , and again , and again , and again .

Chorus :
Did they beat the drum slowly ?
Did they sound the pipe lowly ?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered you down ?
Did the sing ? Last Post' in chorus ?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o' the Forest' ?

 
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