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 Well how  you do, young Willy McBride,
 Do you mind if  sit here down by your graveside,
 And rest for a while 'neath the warm  sun,
 I've  walking all day and I'm nearly done.
 
 I see by your gravestone  were only 19,
 You joined the great fallin'  1916.
 Well  hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean.
 Willy McBride, was it  and obscene?
 
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 Did they  the drums slowly,
 Did they play the fife 
  they sound a death march as they lowered you down?
 Did the band play the last post  chorus?
  the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
 
 Did you  a wife or a sweetheart behind,
 In some faithful heart, is your  in shrine?
 And though you died  in 1916,
 In that  heart, you're forever 19.
 
 Or are you a stranger  even a name,
  forever behind a glass pane.
 In an old photograph, torn and battered and 
 And faded to yellow in a brown  frame.
 
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 Now Willy McBride, I can't  wondering why
 Do those who lie  know why they died.
 Did they really  when they answered the cause,
 Did  really believe that this war would end wars?
 
 But the sorrow,  sufferin', the glory, the pain
  killing and dying were all done in vain.
 But, Willy McBride, it all happened again, and again, and again,  again, and again.
 
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 Did the pipes  the flowers of the forest?