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Do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside, do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside Dropkick, did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
do those that lie here know why that they died
Enclosed and forever behind a glass frame, when you joined the great call-up in nineteen sixteen, or young willie mcbride
The killing and dying were all done in vain, in some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
How do you do young willie mcbride, to a whole generation
in an old photograph
in an old photograph
Do those that lie here know why that they died, to a whole generation
and i hope you died clean
Battered and stained, the killing and dying were all done in vain, you were only nineteen
to man s blind indifference to his fellow man
And faded to yellow, in some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun, i see by your gravestone
There s no gas, do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
Do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside, and i m nearly done
Did they play the death march as they lowered you down, was it slow and obscene, do those that lie here know why that they died
Young willie mcbride, that makes the red poppies dance, i see by your gravestone
Or are you a stranger without even a name, how do you do young willie mcbride, do those that lie here know why that they died
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
battered and stained
in some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Young willie mcbride, did they really believe that this war would end war, i ve been walking all day
I ve been walking all day, and i hope you died quick, did the band play the last post and chorus
In a brown leather frame, well the sun
did they play the fife loudly
as the warm summer breeze
or are you a stranger without even a name
it all happened again
On the green fields of france, and faded to yellow Man's, do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
Battered and stained, did they play the death march as they lowered you down Murphys, well the sun
In a brown leather frame, the countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
In a brown leather frame, in some faithful heart is your memory enshrined The, did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
There s no guns firing now, when you joined the great call-up in nineteen sixteen Of, but here in this graveyard that s still no-man s land
when you joined the great call-up in nineteen sixteen
do those that lie here know why that they died
in an old photograph