The original is by one Eric Bogle, who was born in Scotland and moved to Australia as a child. The Fureys and Davey Arthur had Irish chart success with it, introducing it as “probably the greatest anti-war song ever written.” I particularly love the follow-up comment in the intro: “If people would listen to it all over the world, there’d be less trouble than we have at the moment.”. o' ye - over you (overhead) But here in this graveyard it's still no mans land And rest for a while in the warm summer sun Well how do you do young Willy Mc Bride. And though you died back in 1916, Used with permission. But in the past week, we’ve needlessly ramped up rhetoric with North Korea. Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside Green Fields of France by the Dropkick Murphys. I see by your gravestone you were only 19 Well I hope you died well and I hope you died clean And we’ve seen armed white supremacists walk through the peaceful college town of Charlottesville, punctuated by a man driving a car into a crowd and killing three people. Did they really belive that this war would end war Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? If you don’t think the Dropkick Murphys can do this tune justice, listen up. We were supposed to make sure the entire generation of European sons who were wiped out in horrific fashion would be the last to do so. Do those that lie here know why did they die Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the fifes lowly Did they really belive that this war would end war Singer-songwriter Eric Bogle said he wrote The Green Fields of France as a response to the anti-Irish sentiment in Britain during the IRA bombing campaign of the 1970s. I see by your gravestone your were only nineteen The countless white crosses in mute witness stand Brief: The author reflects on the life of a young man who died in World War I while standing by his graveside. Did the rifles fire o' ye as they lowered you down? And did they beleive when they ansered the call Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did they sound the fife lowly, To man's blind indefference to his fellow man In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined? He's best known for his decade at USA Today, where he wrote about Icelandic handball. No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now. When you joined the great falling in nineteen fifteen Or are you a stranger without even a name
There's no gas no barbed wire, there's no gun firing now.
The hystogmam below is the result of such an analysis perfoemed on green fields of france.mid- In an old photograph torn battered and stained The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance. 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 now 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 Or young Willy Mc Bride was it slow and obscene To man's blind indefference to his fellow man Well the sorrow the suffering the glory the pain Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the fifes lowly
International copyright secured. Did they beat the drums slowly, Do all those who lie here, know why they died? The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand Well, I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean, The killing and dying, it was all done in vain To man's blind indifference to his fellow man, The countless white crosses in mute witness stand And again, and again, and again, and again …. And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame. Well I hope you died well and I hope you died clean Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside, In some faithfull heart is your memory enshrined Given a piece of music, it is interesting to count how many times each of the individual twelve musical notes is played, and understand their relative weight, or importance, in the piece. And if that’s not bad enough, the narrator has bad news for young Willie McBride. In some faith full heart are you forever nineteen Green Fields Of France Lyrics: Well how do you do, young Willy McBride? It’s lovely. At Genius, the contributors decode all the references to funeral songs and so forth. To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man The lyrics to The Green Fields of France are about a man sitting buy the grave of a young man and wondering how he died.