Dropkick Murphys - Green fields of france

Well ^Dhow do you ^Bmdo young ^GWillie ^AMcBride, Do you mind if I sit here down by ^Gyour gravesi^Dde, And rest for a ^Bmwhile in the ^Gwarm summer ^Asun, I've been walking all day and I'm ^Gnearly done^D. I ^Dsee by your gr^Bmavestone you were on^Gly 19^Em, When you jo^Ained the great ^Gfallen in ^D19^A16, Well ^DI hope you died ^Bmquick and I h^Emope you died clean, Or ^AWillie McBride was it s^Glow and o^Dbscene.

Did they ^Abeat the drum slowly, Did they p^Glay the fife l^Dowly, Did they ^Asound the dead march, as they ^Glowered you ^Adown, Did the ^Gband play the last post and ^Dchor^Bmus, Did the ^Dpipes play the ^GFlowers of the ^AFore^Dst.

And ^Ddid you leave a ^Bmwife or a sweeth^Geart be^Ahind, In some loyal heart is your ^Gmemory en^Dshrined, And though you ^Bmdied back in ^G19^A16, To ^Athat loyal heart you're ^Gforever ^D19. Or are you a^Bm stranger without^Em even a name, For^Aever e^Gnshrined behind so^Dme old glass pa^Ane, In ^Dan old photo^Bmgraph all torn ^Emtattered and stained, And ^Afaded to yellow in a ^Gbrown leather ^Dframe. Chorus: Did they ^Abeat the drum slowly, Did they p^Glay the fife l^Dowly, Did they ^Asound the dead march, as they ^Glowered you ^Adown, Did the ^Gband play the last post and ^Dchor^Bmus, Did the ^Dpipes play the ^GFlowers of the ^AFore^Dst.

The ^Dsun's shining ^Bmdown on these ^Ggreen fields of ^AFrance, The warm wind blows gently and the r^Ged poppies d^Dance, The trenches have ^Bmvanished long ^Gunder the ^Aplow No gas, no barbed wire, no g^Guns firing ^Dnow. But ^Dhere in this ^Bmgraveyard it's ^Gstill "No M^Eman's Land", The ^Acountless white ^Gcrosses in ^Dmute witness ^Astand, To ^Dman's blind ^Bmindifference to ^Emhis fellow man, And a ^Awhole generation that were ^Gbutchered and ^Ddamned.

Did they ^Abeat the drum slowly, Did they p^Glay the fife l^Dowly, Did they ^Asound the dead march, as they ^Glowered you ^Adown, Did the ^Gband play the last post and ^Dchor^Bmus, Did the ^Dpipes play the ^GFlowers of the ^AFore^Dst.

And I ^Dcan't help but ^Bmwonder, oh ^GWillie Mc^ABride Do all those who lie here ^Gknow why they ^Ddied, Did you r^Bmeally bel^Gieve them when they told you the ^Acause Did they really believe that this ^Gwar would end ^Dwars. Well, the suffering, the s^Bmorrow, the g^Glory, the ^Emshame The ^Akilling and ^Gdying it ^Dwas all done in ^Avain, Oh ^DWillie Mc^BmBride it all ^Emhappened again, And ^Aagain, and ^Gagain, and ^Dagain, and again. Chorus:

Did they ^Abeat the drum slowly, Did they p^Glay the fife l^Dowly, Did they ^Asound the dead march, as they ^Glowered you ^Adown, Did the ^Gband play the last post and ^Dchor^Bmus, Did the ^Dpipes play the ^GFlowers of the ^AFore^Dst.