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  how do you do, young Willy McBride,
 Do you  if I sit here down by your graveside,
 And rest for a  'neath the warm summer sun,
 I've been  all day and I'm nearly done.
 
 I see by your  you were only 19,
 You joined  great fallin' in 1916.
 Well I hope you died quick,  I hope you died clean.
 Willy McBride,  it slow and obscene?
 
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 Did they beat the  slowly,
 Did  play the fife lowly?
 Did they sound a death march as  lowered you down?
 Did  band play the last post and chorus?
 Did the pipes play  flowers of the forest?
 
 Did you leave a  or a sweetheart behind,
 In some  heart, is your memory in shrine?
 And though  died back in 1916,
 In that  heart, you're forever 19.
 
 Or are  a stranger without even a name,
  forever behind a glass pane.
  an old photograph, torn and battered and stained,
 And faded to yellow in a  yellow frame.
 
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 Now  McBride, I can't help wondering why
 Do those who lie here know why  died.
 Did they really believe when  answered the cause,
 Did they really believe that this war would end 
 
 But the sorrow, the sufferin', the glory, the 
 The killing and dying were all done  vain.
 But, Willy McBride, it all happened again, and again, and again, and  and again.
 
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 Did the pipes play  flowers of the forest?