Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride 
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside 
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun 
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done 
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen 
When you joined the great fallen in 1916 
Well I hope you died quick 
And I hope you died clean 
Oh Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene 
Did they beat the drums slowly 
Did the play the fife lowly 
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down 
Did the band play the last post and 
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest 
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind 
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined 
And though you died back in 1916 
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen 
Or are you a stranger without even a name 
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane 
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained 
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame 
Did they beat the drums slowly 
Did the play the fife lowly 
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down 
Did the band play the last post and 
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest 
The sun shining down on these green fields of France 
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance 
The trenches have vanished long under the plow 
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing down 
But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land 
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand 
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man 
And a whole generation were butchered and damned 
Did they beat the drums slowly 
Did the play the fife lowly 
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down 
Did the band play the last post and 
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest 
And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride 
Do all those who lie here know why they died 
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause 
Did you really believe that this war would end wars 
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame 
The killing and dying it was all done in vain 
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again 
And again, and again, and again, and again 
Did they beat the drums slowly 
Did the play the fife lowly 
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down 
Did the band play the last post and 
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest