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Well, how'd you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
I'll rest here awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, Lord, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone 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, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the fife lowly
Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down
Did the bugles sing The Last Post in chorus
Did the pipes play The Flowers of the Forest

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
And, though you died back in 1915
To that loyal heart are you always 19

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 that this war would end wars

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the fife lowly
Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down
Did the bugles sing The Last Post in chorus
Did the pipes play The Flowers of the Forest

Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain
For Willie McBride, it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again