Chords for Liam Clancy - Green Fields Of France

_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ Well, how do you do, [Fm] Private William McBride?
[Bb] Do you mind if I sit here [Ab] down by your [Eb] graveside?
And I'll rest for a while in [Fm] the warm summer sun.
I've [Bb] been walking all day, [Ab] and I'm nearly done.
_ And I see by your gravestone you were [Fm] only nineteen
When you joined the [Ab] dead heroes [Eb] in nineteen [Bb] fifteen.
Well, I hope you [Eb] died quick, [Ab] and I hope you [Fm] died clean.
_ [Bb] Oh, William [F] McBride, [Ab] was it slow [Eb] and obscene?
[Bb] Did they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they sound the fight [Bb] lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er [Ab] you as they [Eb] lowered you down?
Did [Ab] the bugles sing the last post [Bb] in chorus?
_ [Eb] Did the pipes [Ab] play the flowers [Bb] of the fall?
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
[Eb] And did you leave a wife [Fm] or a sweetheart behind?
In [Bb] some faithful [Bb] heart [Ab] is your memory _ [Eb]
enshrined.
And though you died back in [Fm] nineteen, _
To [Bb] some faithful heart are you [Ab] forever [Eb] nineteen.
_ _ Are you a stranger [Fm] without even a name?
[Bb] _ [Ab] Enshrined forever _ [Ebm]
behind a [Bb] glass frame
[Eb] In an old photograph torn and tattered [Fm] and stained.
[Bb] And fading to yellow [Ab] in a bound [Eb] leather frame.
[Bb] Did they beat the drums slowly?
[Ab] Did they sound [Eb] the fight [Bb] lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er [Ab] you as they [Eb] lowered you down?
[Ab] Did the bugles sing the last [Bb] post in chorus?
_ [Eb] Did the pipes play the [Ab] flowers of [Bb] the fall?
[Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ Well, the sun's shining now on [Fm] these green fields of France.
[Bb] A warm wind blows gently in the red [Eb] poppies' dance.
The trenches have vanished [Fm] under the plough.
[Bb] No gas and no barbed [Ab] wire, no guns [Eb] firing now.
_ But here in this graveyard [Fm] it is still no man's land.
[Bb] The countless [Ab] white crosses [Eb] in mute [Bb] witness stand.
[Eb] To man's [Bb] blind indifference [Ab] to his [Fm] fellow man.
[Bb] To a whole generation [Ab] who was butchered [Eb] and damned.
[Bb] Did they beat the drums slowly?
[Ab] Did they sound the [Eb] fight lowly?
[Bb] Did the rifles fire o'er you [Ab] as they lowered [Eb] you down? _
[Ab] Did the bugles sing the last [Bb] post in chorus? _
[Eb] Did the pipes [Ab] play the flowers [Bb] of the fall?
[Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] And I can't help but wonder [Fm] now, Willie MacBride.
[Bb] Do all those who lie here [Ab] know why they died?
Did you really believe them [Fm] when they told you the cause?
[Bb] Did you really believe that [Ab] this war would [Eb] end? _ _
Well, the suffering, the sorrow [Fm] and the glory, the shame, [Bb] the killing, [Ab] the dying.
[Eb] It was all [Bb] done in vain.
For Willie [Eb] MacBride [Ab] it's all happened [Fm]
again.
_ [Bb] And again and again [Ab] and again [Eb] and again.
[Bb] Did they beat the drums slowly?
[Ab] Did they sound [Eb] the fight [Bb] lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er [Ab] you as they [Eb] lowered you down?
[Ab] Did the bugles sing the last [Bb] post in chorus?
_ [Eb] Did the pipes [Ab] play the flowers of [Bb] the fall?
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _