Whatto! Patriots........
Rememberance Day made me remember this song:
It's called Willie McBride / The green fields of France
Well how do you do, young Willie McBride,
Do you mind if I sit here down by your grave side?
And rest for a while ‘neath the warm summer sun.
I’ve been working all day and I’m nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the 'Great Fallen' in nineteen-sixteen.
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean.
Or Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
[chorus]
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly,
did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
And did the band play the 'Last Post and chorus'
Did the pipes play the ‘Flowers of the forest’?
did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
And did the band play the 'Last Post and chorus'
Did the pipes play the ‘Flowers of the forest’?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
Although you died back in nineteen sixteen
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed and forever behind the glass frame
In a old photograph, torn and battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
Although you died back in nineteen sixteen
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed and forever behind the glass frame
In a old photograph, torn and battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
The sun now it shines on the green fields of France
There’s a warm summer breeze- it makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There’s no gas, no barbed wire, there’s no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard it’s still no-man’s-land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.
There’s a warm summer breeze- it makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There’s no gas, no barbed wire, there’s no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard it’s still no-man’s-land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.
Now young Willie McBride I can’t help but wonder why.
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
And did they believe when they answered the cause..
...did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the sorrows, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
the killing and dying was all done in vain.
For young Willie McBride it all happened again,
...and again, and again, and again, and again.
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
And did they believe when they answered the cause..
...did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the sorrows, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
the killing and dying was all done in vain.
For young Willie McBride it all happened again,
...and again, and again, and again, and again.
Families whose loved ones made the ultimate sacrifice for their country have reacted angrily today to news that civil servants at the Ministry of Defence have shared performance bonuses of almost £300 million since the start of the war in Iraq.
Official MoD figures show a total of £287,809,049 has been paid out in bonuses to civil servants since 2003, including more than £47 million this year.
Bereaved families said the bonuses were "absolutely disgusting" while troops were "making do" in Afghanistan. Hazel Hunt, whose son died in August, said it was "obscene" that troops were being "short-changed"
Tallyho!
When will we learn?
Best Wishes - Lord Noel & Lady Jacqueline
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