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Words often are given help in conveyance of deeper meaning by becoming lyrics of a song: I hope these do
NO MAN'S LAND (THE GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE)
(ERIC BOGLE) (1976)
Well, how'd you do, Private Willie McBride, [any soldier]
D'you mind if I sit down down here by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
Been walking all day, Lord, and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
I hope you died quick and I hope you died "clean,"
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered ye down?
Did the bugles sing "The Last Post" in chorus?
Did the pipes play the "Floors1 O' The Forest"?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever nineteen?
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?
Well, the sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
God Bless you and your family and friends Officer Susan
May God keep you close by as you enjoy the red poppies dance
Retired/Dis'd Ptlm Chuck McNeely, PO
Disabled in line of duty Ocean City PD
January 6, 2017