Chorus
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down.
And did the band play the Last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the 'Flowers of the forest'.

And did you leave a wife or sweetheart behind
In some faithful is your memory enshrind
Although you died back in nineteen-sixteen
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed forever behind the glass frame
In an old phonograph, torn battered and stained.
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

Chorus:

The sun now is shines on the green fields of France
There's a warm summer breeze, it makes red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds.
There's no gas, no barbed wire,
There's no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard it's still no-mans land.
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifferance to his fellow man
To the whole generation thats butchered and damned

Chorus:

Now young Willie McBride I can't help but wonder why
Do all those who lie here know why they all died
And did they believe when they answered the the cause
Did they realy believe that this war would end wars
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory the pain
The Killing and dying was all done in vain
For Willie McBride it all happened again
And again and again, and again

Chorus:

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down
And did the band play the Last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the "Flowers of the forest'.