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