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OK hopefully this should be an improvement on the other guys tabs for this song. It saves you having to mess around playing chords with a capo on the eighth fret and means you now play it with a capo on the third fret...which seems is much more comfortable
CWell how do you Amdo young FmWillie MD7cBride, Do you Gmind if I sit here down Fmby your graveCside, And rest for a Amwhile in the Fmwarm summer sD7un, I've been Gwalking all day and IFm'm nearly doCne. CI see by your Amgravestone you were Fmonly 1D79, When you Gjoined the great Fmfallen in 1C91G6, Well CI hope you died Amquick and I D7hope you died clean, Or GWillie McBride was it Fmslow and oCbscene.
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CDid they Gbeat the drum slowly, Did they pFmlay the fife loCwly, Did they Gsound the dead march, as they Fmlowered you dGown, Did the Fmband play the last post and chCorusAm, Did the Cpipes play the FmFlowers of the FGoresCt.
C And did you leAmave a wifFme or a sD7weetheart behind, G In some loyal heart isFm your memoCry enshrined, And thougAmh you died baFmck Din 1916, G To that loyal heart yFmou're forCever 19. C Or are Amyou a stranger wiFmthout evD7en a name, G FoFmrever enshrined behCind some old glGass pane, In Can old photoAmgraph all torn D7tattered and stained, And Gfaded to yellow in a Fmbrown leatherC frame.
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C The sun's shAmining down on Fmthese green fieldD7s of France, G The warm wind blows gently andFm the red poppCies dance, AmThe trenches hFmave vanisheD7d long under the plow G No gas, no barbed wireFm, no guns firCing now. C But here inAm this graveyardFm it's still "D7;No Man's Land", G The countless Fmwhite crosseCs in mute witGness stand, C To man's Amblind indifferenD7ce to his fellow man, GAnd a whole generation thatFm were butcheredC and damned.
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CAnd I can't helAmp but wondeFmr, oh WillD7ie McBride G Do all those who lieFm here know why Cthey die, Did you rAmeally belFmieve them when they toCld you the cause Did they rGeally believe that this Fmwar would end wCars. Well, Cthe suffering,Am the sorrow,Fm the glory,D7 the shame G The killinFmg and dyinCg it was all donGe in vain, Oh CWillie McAmBride it all D7happened again, And Gagain, and again, aFmnd again, anCd again.