eric bogle – no man’s land lyrics
well how do you do, private william mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your grave side?
a rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
i’ve been walking all day and i’m nearly done
and i see by your gravestone that you were only 19
when you joined the glorious fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick and i hope you died clean
or, william mcbride, was it slow and obscene?
did they beat the drum slowly?
did they sound the pipes lowly?
did the rifles fire o’er ye as they lowered you down?
did the bugle sing ‘the last post’ in chorus?
did the pipes play ‘the flowers o’ the forest’?
and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart 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 just a stranger without even a name
forever enclosed behind some gl-ss-pane
in an old photograph torn and tattered and stained
and fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
did they beat the drum slowly?
did they sound the pipes lowly?
did the rifles fire o’er ye as they lowered you down?
did the bugle sing ‘the last post’ in chorus?
did the pipes play ‘the flowers o’ the forest’?
well the sun it shines down on these green fields of france
the warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
the trenches are vanished now under the plough
no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
but here in this graveyard it is still no man’s land
and the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
to man’s blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation that was butchered and downed
did they beat the drum slowly?
did they sound the pipes lowly?
did the rifles fire o’er ye as they lowered you down?
did the bugle sing ‘the 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 cause?
did you really believe them that this war would end war?
but the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame –
the k!lling, the dying – it was all done in vain
for willie mcbride, it’s all happened again
and again, and again, and again, and again
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 bugle sing ‘the last post’ in chorus?
did the pipes play ‘the flowers o’ the forest’?
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