Song | No Man's Land/Flowers of the Forest |
Artist | June Tabor |
Album | Ashes and Diamonds |
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[00:01.30] | Well how do you do, Private Willie McBride, |
[00:07.49] | Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside |
[00:13.80] | And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun |
[00:19.99] | I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done. |
[00:27.35] | I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen |
[00:34.19] | When you joined the glorious fallen in nineteen-sixteen. |
[00:40.07] | I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean |
[00:46.40] | Or Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene? |
[00:53.91] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[00:59.34] | Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[01:06.83] | Did the bugles sing “The Last Post” in chorus? |
[01:13.25] | Did the pipes play the 'Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[01:24.49] | And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind |
[01:31.34] | In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined |
[01:37.97] | And, though you died back in nineteen-sixteen |
[01:44.16] | To that faithful heart are you always nineteen |
[01:51.68] | Or are you just a stranger without even a name |
[01:58.38] | Forever enclosed behind some glass pane |
[02:04.69] | In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained |
[02:11.32] | And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame. |
[02:18.89] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[02:25.04] | Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[02:32.62] | Did the bugles sing “The Last Post” in chorus? |
[02:39.10] | Did the pipes play the 'Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[02:50.72] | Well, the sun is shining down on these green fields of France; |
[02:57.72] | The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance |
[03:04.13] | The trenches have vanished long under the plow; |
[03:10.35] | No gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now |
[03:18.07] | But here in this graveyard it's still no-man's-land |
[03:24.77] | The countless white crosses in mute witness stand |
[03:31.08] | To man's blind indifference to his fellow man |
[03:37.02] | And a whole generation that were butchered and damned. |
[03:44.52] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[03:50.79] | Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[03:58.15] | Did the bugles sing “The Last Post” in chorus? |
[04:04.63] | Did the pipes play the 'Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[04:16.35] | And I can't help but wonder now, Willie McBride, |
[04:22.85] | Do all those who lie here know why they died |
[04:29.56] | Did you really believe them when they told you "the cause"? |
[04:36.21] | Did you really believe that this war would end wars |
[04:44.05] | For the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame, |
[04:50.76] | The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain, |
[04:57.12] | For Willie McBride, it’s all happened again |
[05:03.38] | And again, and again, and again, and again. |
[05:11.13] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[05:17.76] | Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[05:25.07] | Did the bugles sing “The Last Post” in chorus? |
[05:31.90] | Did the pipes play the 'Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[01:23] | |
[02:50] | |
[04:16] | |
[00:01.30] | Well how do you do, Private Willie McBride, |
[00:07.49] | Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside |
[00:13.80] | And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun |
[00:19.99] | I' ve been walking all day, and I' m nearly done. |
[00:27.35] | I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen |
[00:34.19] | When you joined the glorious fallen in nineteensixteen. |
[00:40.07] | I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean |
[00:46.40] | Or Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene? |
[00:53.91] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[00:59.34] | Did the rifles fire o' er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[01:06.83] | Did the bugles sing " The Last Post" in chorus? |
[01:13.25] | Did the pipes play the ' Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[01:24.49] | And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind |
[01:31.34] | In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined |
[01:37.97] | And, though you died back in nineteensixteen |
[01:44.16] | To that faithful heart are you always nineteen |
[01:51.68] | Or are you just a stranger without even a name |
[01:58.38] | Forever enclosed behind some glass pane |
[02:04.69] | In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained |
[02:11.32] | And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame. |
[02:18.89] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[02:25.04] | Did the rifles fire o' er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[02:32.62] | Did the bugles sing " The Last Post" in chorus? |
[02:39.10] | Did the pipes play the ' Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[02:50.72] | Well, the sun is shining down on these green fields of France |
[02:57.72] | The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance |
[03:04.13] | The trenches have vanished long under the plow |
[03:10.35] | No gas, no barbed wire, there' s no guns firing now |
[03:18.07] | But here in this graveyard it' s still noman' sland |
[03:24.77] | The countless white crosses in mute witness stand |
[03:31.08] | To man' s blind indifference to his fellow man |
[03:37.02] | And a whole generation that were butchered and damned. |
[03:44.52] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[03:50.79] | Did the rifles fire o' er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[03:58.15] | Did the bugles sing " The Last Post" in chorus? |
[04:04.63] | Did the pipes play the ' Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[04:16.35] | And I can' t help but wonder now, Willie McBride, |
[04:22.85] | Do all those who lie here know why they died |
[04:29.56] | Did you really believe them when they told you " the cause"? |
[04:36.21] | Did you really believe that this war would end wars |
[04:44.05] | For the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame, |
[04:50.76] | The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain, |
[04:57.12] | For Willie McBride, it' s all happened again |
[05:03.38] | And again, and again, and again, and again. |
[05:11.13] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[05:17.76] | Did the rifles fire o' er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[05:25.07] | Did the bugles sing " The Last Post" in chorus? |
[05:31.90] | Did the pipes play the ' Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[01:23] | |
[02:50] | |
[04:16] | |
[00:01.30] | Well how do you do, Private Willie McBride, |
[00:07.49] | Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside |
[00:13.80] | And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun |
[00:19.99] | I' ve been walking all day, and I' m nearly done. |
[00:27.35] | I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen |
[00:34.19] | When you joined the glorious fallen in nineteensixteen. |
[00:40.07] | I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean |
[00:46.40] | Or Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene? |
[00:53.91] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[00:59.34] | Did the rifles fire o' er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[01:06.83] | Did the bugles sing " The Last Post" in chorus? |
[01:13.25] | Did the pipes play the ' Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[01:24.49] | And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind |
[01:31.34] | In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined |
[01:37.97] | And, though you died back in nineteensixteen |
[01:44.16] | To that faithful heart are you always nineteen |
[01:51.68] | Or are you just a stranger without even a name |
[01:58.38] | Forever enclosed behind some glass pane |
[02:04.69] | In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained |
[02:11.32] | And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame. |
[02:18.89] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[02:25.04] | Did the rifles fire o' er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[02:32.62] | Did the bugles sing " The Last Post" in chorus? |
[02:39.10] | Did the pipes play the ' Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[02:50.72] | Well, the sun is shining down on these green fields of France |
[02:57.72] | The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance |
[03:04.13] | The trenches have vanished long under the plow |
[03:10.35] | No gas, no barbed wire, there' s no guns firing now |
[03:18.07] | But here in this graveyard it' s still noman' sland |
[03:24.77] | The countless white crosses in mute witness stand |
[03:31.08] | To man' s blind indifference to his fellow man |
[03:37.02] | And a whole generation that were butchered and damned. |
[03:44.52] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[03:50.79] | Did the rifles fire o' er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[03:58.15] | Did the bugles sing " The Last Post" in chorus? |
[04:04.63] | Did the pipes play the ' Flowers o' the Forest'? |
[04:16.35] | And I can' t help but wonder now, Willie McBride, |
[04:22.85] | Do all those who lie here know why they died |
[04:29.56] | Did you really believe them when they told you " the cause"? |
[04:36.21] | Did you really believe that this war would end wars |
[04:44.05] | For the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame, |
[04:50.76] | The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain, |
[04:57.12] | For Willie McBride, it' s all happened again |
[05:03.38] | And again, and again, and again, and again. |
[05:11.13] | Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fife lowly? |
[05:17.76] | Did the rifles fire o' er ye as they lowered ye down? |
[05:25.07] | Did the bugles sing " The Last Post" in chorus? |
[05:31.90] | Did the pipes play the ' Flowers o' the Forest'? |