The Green Fields of France
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X:2235 T:Green Fields of France, The R:song C:Eric Bogle, Scotland/Australia Z:id:hn-song-63 M:3/4 L:1/8 Q:1/4=140 K:G D2 | D4 DD | G4 GF | E E3 B,2 | A,4 FF | F3 F G2 | A2 B2 A2 | G2 B,2 C2 | D4 D2 | D4 DD | G4 GF | E4 EB, | A,4 FF | F2 F2 G2 | A2 (B2 A2) | G2 G2 A2 | G4 dd | d4 dd | d2 c2 BB | A2 A2 B2 | c4 cc | B2 A2 AB | c2 c2 cA | G2 A2 B2 | A4 dd | d3 d d2 | d2 c2 B2 | B2 A2 G2 | E4 E2 | F F3 G2 | A2 B2 A2 | G2 G2 A2 | G6- | G4 GG | A3 B A2 | A2 B2 cc | c3 d c2 | (BA) G2 GG | A2 A2 A2 | A2 B2 cc | c3 d c2 | A4 AB | c2 c2 c2 | c2 d2 c2 | c2 B4- | B4 AA | G4 AB | c3 B G2 | A3 G F2 | G6- | G4 || W:Well, how do you do, private William McBride, W:Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside, W:And rest for a while in the warm summer sun, W:I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done. W: W:I see by your gravestone your were only nineteen W:When you joined the glorious fallen back in nineteen sixteen W:Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean W:Or Willy McBride was it slow and obscene? W: W:Chorus: W:Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fifes lowly? W:Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down? W:Did the band play The Last Post in chorus? W:Did the pipes play The Flowers of the Forest? W: W:Did you have a wife or a sweetheart, McBride? W:In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined, W:And although you died back in nineteen sixteen, W:In that loyal heart are you always nineteen? W: W:Or are you just a stranger not even a name, W:Forever to sit behind some glass frame, W:In an old photograph torn and tattered and stained W:And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame. W: W:Chorus W: W:Now the sun it shines bright o'er the green fields of France, W:And the a warm summer wind makes the red poppies dance, W:The trenches have vanished long under the plough, W:There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no gun firing now. W: W:But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land, W:And countless white crosses in mute witness stand, W:To man's blind indifference to his fellow man, W:And a whole generation who were butchered and damned. W: W:Chorus W: W:Well I can't help but wonder now, Willy McBride, W:Do all those that lie here know why did they died? W:Did you really believe them when they told you the cause? W:Did you really believe that this war would end wars? W: W:But the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain, W:The killing, the dying was all done in vain, W:For Willy McBride it's all happening again, W:And again, and again, and again, and again. W: W:Chorus