The Green Fields Of France Chords by The High Kings
Tempo:
110.9 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
Bm
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [E] [B]
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride?
Do you [E] mind if I sit here down by your gravesite
[B] And rest for a while, meet the warm summer sun?
[E] I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
[B] Oh, I see by a gravestone you were only nineteen
[Bm] When you joined the Great Fallen [E] in [B] 1916
Then I hope you died well, oh, I hope you died clean
Oh, young William McBride, was [E] it?
[B] And did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound out the last Boston chorus?
[E] Did the [B] pipes play the flowers [G] of the [E] forest?
[B]
Did you leave there a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful [E] hire is your memory enshrined?
[B] Although you died back in 1916
In [E] that faithful hire, were you forever nineteen?
[B] Or are you a stranger without even a [F#m] name?
Enclosed [E] in forever behind a glass frame
[B] In an old forever hour, torn by the curtain stain that made it
[E] Did [B] they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
[E] Did the rifles [B] fire o'er you [G] as they [B] lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound [Bm] out the last Boston chorus?
[E] Did the pipes play [B] the flowers [G] of the [Em] forest?
[B]
Now, young William McBride can't help but wonder why
Do those that lie here know [E] why did they die?
[B] And did they believe when they answered the call?
Did they [E] really believe that this war would end wars?
[B] The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame
Of the killing and [E] dying was all gone in vain
For [B] young William McBride, it all happened again and again
[E] [B] Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did [E] the rifles [Bm] fire o'er you as they lowered [B] you down?
Did the bugles sound out [Bm] the last Boston chorus?
Did [E] the pipes play [Bm] the flowers of [G] the [B] forest?
Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did [E] the rifles fire o'er you as [G] they lowered you down?
Did [B] the bugles sound out [Bm] the last Boston chorus?
Did [E] the pipes play the flowers of [G] the [B] forest?
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride?
Do you [E] mind if I sit here down by your gravesite
[B] And rest for a while, meet the warm summer sun?
[E] I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
[B] Oh, I see by a gravestone you were only nineteen
[Bm] When you joined the Great Fallen [E] in [B] 1916
Then I hope you died well, oh, I hope you died clean
Oh, young William McBride, was [E] it?
[B] And did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound out the last Boston chorus?
[E] Did the [B] pipes play the flowers [G] of the [E] forest?
[B]
Did you leave there a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful [E] hire is your memory enshrined?
[B] Although you died back in 1916
In [E] that faithful hire, were you forever nineteen?
[B] Or are you a stranger without even a [F#m] name?
Enclosed [E] in forever behind a glass frame
[B] In an old forever hour, torn by the curtain stain that made it
[E] Did [B] they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
[E] Did the rifles [B] fire o'er you [G] as they [B] lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound [Bm] out the last Boston chorus?
[E] Did the pipes play [B] the flowers [G] of the [Em] forest?
[B]
Now, young William McBride can't help but wonder why
Do those that lie here know [E] why did they die?
[B] And did they believe when they answered the call?
Did they [E] really believe that this war would end wars?
[B] The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame
Of the killing and [E] dying was all gone in vain
For [B] young William McBride, it all happened again and again
[E] [B] Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did [E] the rifles [Bm] fire o'er you as they lowered [B] you down?
Did the bugles sound out [Bm] the last Boston chorus?
Did [E] the pipes play [Bm] the flowers of [G] the [B] forest?
Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did [E] the rifles fire o'er you as [G] they lowered you down?
Did [B] the bugles sound out [Bm] the last Boston chorus?
Did [E] the pipes play the flowers of [G] the [B] forest?
Key:
B
E
Bm
G
F#m
B
E
Bm
[Bm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _
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Well, how do you do, Private William McBride?
Do you [E] mind if I sit here down by your gravesite
[B] And rest for a while, meet the warm summer sun?
[E] I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
[B] Oh, I see by a gravestone you were only nineteen
[Bm] When you joined the Great Fallen [E] in _ [B] 1916
Then I hope you died well, oh, I hope you died clean
Oh, young William McBride, was [E] it?
_ [B] And did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound out the last Boston chorus?
[E] Did the [B] pipes play the flowers [G] of the [E] forest? _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Did you leave there a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful [E] hire is your memory enshrined?
[B] Although you died back in _ 1916
In [E] that faithful hire, were you forever nineteen?
[B] Or are you a stranger without even a [F#m] name?
Enclosed [E] in forever behind a glass frame
[B] In an old forever hour, torn by the curtain stain that made it
[E] _ _ _ Did [B] they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
[E] Did the rifles [B] fire o'er you [G] as they [B] lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound [Bm] out the last Boston chorus?
[E] Did the pipes play [B] the flowers [G] of the [Em] forest? _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now, young William McBride can't help but wonder why
Do those that lie here know [E] why did they die?
[B] And did they believe when they answered the call?
Did they [E] really believe that this war would end wars?
[B] The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame
Of the killing and [E] dying was all gone in vain
For [B] young William McBride, it all happened again and again
_ [E] _ _ [B] Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did [E] the rifles [Bm] fire o'er you as they lowered [B] you down?
Did the bugles sound out [Bm] the last Boston chorus?
Did [E] the pipes play [Bm] the flowers of [G] the [B] forest?
Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did [E] the rifles fire o'er you as [G] they lowered you down?
Did [B] the bugles sound out [Bm] the last Boston chorus?
Did [E] the pipes play the flowers of [G] the [B] forest? _
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Well, how do you do, Private William McBride?
Do you [E] mind if I sit here down by your gravesite
[B] And rest for a while, meet the warm summer sun?
[E] I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
[B] Oh, I see by a gravestone you were only nineteen
[Bm] When you joined the Great Fallen [E] in _ [B] 1916
Then I hope you died well, oh, I hope you died clean
Oh, young William McBride, was [E] it?
_ [B] And did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound out the last Boston chorus?
[E] Did the [B] pipes play the flowers [G] of the [E] forest? _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Did you leave there a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful [E] hire is your memory enshrined?
[B] Although you died back in _ 1916
In [E] that faithful hire, were you forever nineteen?
[B] Or are you a stranger without even a [F#m] name?
Enclosed [E] in forever behind a glass frame
[B] In an old forever hour, torn by the curtain stain that made it
[E] _ _ _ Did [B] they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
[E] Did the rifles [B] fire o'er you [G] as they [B] lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound [Bm] out the last Boston chorus?
[E] Did the pipes play [B] the flowers [G] of the [Em] forest? _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now, young William McBride can't help but wonder why
Do those that lie here know [E] why did they die?
[B] And did they believe when they answered the call?
Did they [E] really believe that this war would end wars?
[B] The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame
Of the killing and [E] dying was all gone in vain
For [B] young William McBride, it all happened again and again
_ [E] _ _ [B] Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did [E] the rifles [Bm] fire o'er you as they lowered [B] you down?
Did the bugles sound out [Bm] the last Boston chorus?
Did [E] the pipes play [Bm] the flowers of [G] the [B] forest?
Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did [Bm] they play the fife lowly?
Did [E] the rifles fire o'er you as [G] they lowered you down?
Did [B] the bugles sound out [Bm] the last Boston chorus?
Did [E] the pipes play the flowers of [G] the [B] forest? _
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