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Green Fields Of France

Furies
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
  Well  how do you do  young Willie McBride,
  Do you mind  if I sit  here down by  your graveside,
  And rest for a while  neath the warm  summer sun,
  I've been working  all day  and I'm  nearly done.
  I  see by your gravestone  you were only 19,
  When you joined  the great fallen  in 1916,
  I hope  you died well  and I hope  you died clean,
  Or young Willie  McBride  was it slow  and obscene.
  (CHORUS:)
  Did  they beat  the drum slowly,  did they play  the fife lowly,
  Did they sound  the dead march,  as they lowered  you down,
  Did the band  play the last post and chorus,
  Did the pipes  play the Flowers  of the Forest.
  Did you leave ere a wife or a sweetheart behind,
  In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined,
  Although you died back in 1916,
  In that faithful heart are you forever 19.
  Or are you a stranger without even a name,
  Enclosed in forever behind a glass frame,
  In an old photograph all torn battered and stained,
  And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.
  CHO:
  The sun now it shines on the green fields of France,
  There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance,
  And look how the sun shines from under the trees,
  There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now.
  But here in this graveyard it's still "No Man's Land",
  The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand,
  To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
  To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.
  CHO:
  Ah, young Willie McBride I can't help wonder why,
  Do all those who lie here know why did they die,
  And did they believe when they answered the call,
  Did they really believe that this war would end wars.
  Well, the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
  The killing and dieing were all done in vain,
  For young Willie McBride it all happened again,
  And again, and again, and again, and again.

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Readable chord sheet for Green Fields Of France by Furies

[G]Well how do you [Em]do young [C]Willie [Am]McBride,
          Do you [D]mind if I [D7]sit here down [C]by your grave[G]side,
          And rest for a [Em]while neath the [C]warm summer [Am]sun,
          I've been [D]working all [D7]day and [C]I'm nearly [G]done.
          [G]I see by your [Em]gravestone you were [C]only [Am]19,
          When you [D]joined the great [C]fallen in [G]19[D7]16,
          I [G]hope you died [Em]well and I [Am]hope you died clean,
          Or young [D]Willie Mc[D7]Bride was it [C]slow and [G]obscene.

          (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]chor[Em]us,
          Did the [G]pipes play the [C]Flowers of the [D7]Fores[G]t.

          Did you leave ere a wife or a sweetheart behind,
          In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined,
          Although you died back in 1916,
          In that faithful heart are you forever 19.
          Or are you a stranger without even a name,
          Enclosed in forever behind a glass frame,
          In an old photograph all torn battered and stained,
          And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

          CHO:
          The sun now it shines on the green fields of France,
          There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance,
          And look how the sun shines from under the trees,
          There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now.
          But here in this graveyard it's still "No Man's Land",
          The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand,
          To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
          To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.

          CHO:
          Ah, young Willie McBride I can't help wonder why,
          Do all those who lie here know why did they die,
          And did they believe when they answered the call,
          Did they really believe that this war would end wars.
          Well, the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
          The killing and dieing were all done in vain,
          For young Willie McBride it all happened again,
          And again, and again, and again, and again.

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