% Generated more or less automatically by swtoabc by Erich Rickheit KSC
X:1
T:No Man's Land (Green Hills of France)
M:3/4
L:1/4
K:G
 D| D2 D/2D/2| G2 G| E/2 E3/2 C| A,2 G/2G/2| F3/2 F/2 G| A/2 B3/2 A|\
 G3/2 C/2 E| D2 z/2 D/2| D2 D/2D/2| G2 G/2G/2| E3/2 E/2 C| A,2 G/2G/2|\
 F/2 F3/2 G| A2B/2-A/2| G G3/2 A/2| G3| z2 d| d d3/2 d/2| d/2 c3/2 c/2B/2|\
 A A B| c2 c/2B/2| A3/2 A/2 B| c/2 B3/2 A| G A B| A3-| A z d| d d d|\
 d2 c/2B/2| A A G| E2 F/2G/2| A A3/2 B/2| c2 B/2A/2| G G A| G2 G/2G/2|\
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 c3/2 d/2 c| A3-| A z (3ccc |\
 c c3/2 c/2| c d3/2 c/2| c/2 B3/2- B-| B z B/2A/2| G2 G/2A/2| B2 c/2B/2|\
 A3/2- G/2- F| G3-| G2||

X: 2
T:No Man's Land (Green Hills of France)
M:3/4
L:1/4
K:D
A| A2 A/2A/2| d2 d| B/2 B3/2 G| E2 d/2d/2| c3/2 c/2 d| e/2 f3/2 e|\
d3/2 G/2 B| A2 z/2 A/2| A2 A/2A/2| d2 d/2d/2| B3/2 B/2 G| E2 d/2d/2|\
c/2 c3/2 d| e2f/2-e/2| d d3/2 e/2| d3| z2 a| a a3/2 a/2| a/2 g3/2 g/2f/2|\
e e f| g2 g/2f/2| e3/2 e/2 f| g/2 f3/2 e| d e f| e3-| e z a| a a a|\
a2 g/2f/2| e e d| B2 c/2d/2| e e3/2 f/2| g2 f/2e/2| d d e| d2 d/2d/2|\
e3/2 e/2 e| e f g/2g/2| g3/2 a/2 g|f/2-e/2 d d/2d/2| e3/2 e/2 e| e2 e/2f/2|\
g3/2 a/2 g| e3-| e z (3ggg |\
g g3/2 g/2| g a3/2 g/2| g/2 f3/2- f-| f z f/2e/2| d2 d/2e/2| f2 g/2f/2|\
e3/2- d/2- c| d3-| d2||

% Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
% Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
% And rest for awhile 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 19
% When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
% Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
% Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
%
% chorus
% Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
% Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
% Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
% 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 are you always 19?
% Or are you a stranger without even a name,
% Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
% In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
% And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
%
%  The sun's 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 and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
% But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
% The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
% To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
% And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
%
% And I can't help but wonder, no Willie 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, the dying, it was all done in vain,
% For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
% And again, and again, and again, and again.

%           CAPO   3
%
%           G               Em       C      Am
%           Well how do you do young Willie McBride,
%                  D         D7            C            G
%           Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
%                          Em              C           Am
%           And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun,
%                     D           D7      C          G
%           I've been working all day and I'm nearly done.
%           G             Em                  C    Am
%           I see by your gravestone you were only 19,
%                    D                C         G D7
%           When you joined the great fallen in 1916,
%             G             Em         Am
%           I hope you died well and I hope you died clean,
%                    D        D7           C        G
%           Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene.
%
%           (CHORUS:)
%
%           G        D             D7               C             G
%           Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly,
%                    D              D7             C           D
%           Did they sound the dead march, as they lowered you down,
%                   C                           G   Em
%           Did the band play the last post and chorus,
%                   G              C              D7   G
%           Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.

% Verse 1:
%     |G          |G          |C        |Am
% Well how do you do, Private William McBride.
%        |D        |D            |G           |D
% Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
%      |G        |G           |C          |Am
% I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun.
%           |D          |D       |C         |G
% I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
%
%       |G          |G                   |C       |Am
% And I see by your gravestone, you were only nineteen
%          |D              |D        |G|D
% When you joined the dead heroes in 1915.
%         |G            |G           |C            |Am
% Well, I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean.
%     |D       |D            |C         |G
% Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
%
%
% CHORUS:
%          |D            |D               |C              |G
% Did they beat the drum slowly; did they sound the fifes lowly;
%         |D          |D               |C          |G
% Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
%         |C             |C            |D      |D
% Did the bugle play The Last Post and Chorus;
%         |C             |Am            |D |G
% Did the pipes play The Flowers of the Forest?