The Men They Couldn't Hang - The Green fields of France This song has been covered over and over, each version seems to be different (different keys, different lyrics, different chords). In my opinion this is the best version and falls into the rare catogary of 'better than the original'. Anyway, I think it works although it may not be 100% correct, feel free to comment, correct rate etc, any improvements would be more than welcome - Intro: G

Verse 1: Well ^Ghow do you ^Gdo now young ^CWillie Mc^AmBride Do you ^Dmind if I ^Dsit down be^Cside your grave^Gside And ^Grest for a ^Gwhile 'neath ^Cwarm summer ^Amsun I've been ^Dwalking all ^Dday and ^CI'm nearly ^Gdone Well I ^Gsee by your ^Ggravestone you ^Cwas only ^Amnineteen When you ^Djoined the great ^Dfallen of ^C19^G16 Well I ^Ghope you died ^Gwell and I ^Chope you died ^Amclean Or ^DWillie Mc^DBride was it ^Cslow and ob^Gscene

Chorus: Did they ^Ambeat the drum slowly and ^Cplay the fife ^Glowly Did they ^Amsound the death march as they ^Clowered you ^Ddown Did the ^Gband sound the last post and ^Cchorus Did they ^Gpipe the flowers of the ^Dfor^Gest

Verse 2: Did yo^Gu leave a youn^Gg wife or ^Ca sweetheart^Am behind In ^Dsome faithful ^Dheart are your ^Cmemories ens^Ghrined For alt^Ghough you died ^Gback in ^C191^Am6 In ^Dthat faithful ^Dheart you're for^Cever nine^Gteen Or ^Gare you a ^Gstranger without ^Ceven a ^Amname Enc^Dlosed ^Dforever be^Chind a glass ^Gframe In an ^Gold photo^Ggraph torn, ^Cbattered and ^Amstained ^DFaded to yellow ^Dwith brown ^Cleather ^Gframe

Verse 3: As the ^Gsun beats ^Gdown on the ^Cgreen fields of ^AmFrance There's a ^Dsoft summer ^Dbreeze makes the ^Cred poppies ^Gdance And ^Gsee how the ^Gsun shines from ^Cunder the ^Amclouds There's no ^Dgas, there's no ^Dbarbed wire no ^Cguns firing ^Gnow Oh but ^Ghere in this ^Ggraveyard it's ^Cstill no man's ^AmLand The ^Dcountless white ^Dcrosses stand ^Cmute in the ^Gsand And through ^Gmans blind ^Gindifference to ^Chis fellow ^Amman To a ^Dwhole gene^Dration who were ^Cbutchered and ^Gdamned

Verse 4: Now ^GWillie Mc^GBride I can't ^Chelp wonder ^Amwhy Do ^Dthose that ^Dlie here know ^Cwhy did they ^Gdie And ^Gdid they be^Glieve when they ^Canswered the ^Amcall Did they ^Dreally be^Dlieve that this ^Cwar could end ^Gwars Oh the ^Gsorrow, the ^Gsuffering, the ^Cglory, the ^Ampain The ^Dkilling and ^Ddying t'was ^Call done in ^Gvain For young ^GWillie Mc^GBride oh it ^Chappened ^Amagain And ^Dagain, and ^Dagain, and ^Cagain, and ^Gagain

The Men They Couldnt Hang - The green fields of france