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  how do you do, young Willy McBride,
  you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
 And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer 
 I've been walking all day and  nearly done.
 
 I see by  gravestone you were only 19,
 You joined the great  in 1916.
 Well I hope you died quick, and I hope you  clean.
 Willy McBride, was it slow and 
 
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 Did  beat the drums slowly,
 Did they  the fife lowly?
 Did they sound a death march as they  you down?
 Did the band play the last  and chorus?
 Did the  play the flowers of the forest?
 
 Did you leave a wife  a sweetheart behind,
  some faithful heart, is your memory in shrine?
 And though  died back in 1916,
 In that faithful  you're forever 19.
 
 Or are you a stranger without even  name,
 Enclosed forever behind a  pane.
 In an old  torn and battered and stained,
 And faded to  in a brown yellow frame.
 
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 Now Willy McBride, I can't  wondering why
 Do those who lie here  why they died.
 Did they  believe when they answered the cause,
 Did they really believe that this war would  wars?
 
 But the sorrow, the  the glory, the pain
 The killing and dying  all done in vain.
 But, Willy McBride, it all  again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
 
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 Did  pipes play the flowers of the forest?