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Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while 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 nineteen
When you joined the great falling in 1916
Well I hope you died quick
And I hope you died clean
Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the pipes lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
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 loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you’re forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the pipes lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

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
And a whole generation were butchered and damned

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the pipes lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

And I can’t help but wonder oh Willy 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 and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the pipes lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

Every time I hear a sweet bird singing
I think of you and I, my love
I think of you and I

And when I hear the bells a-ringing
I hang my head and cry, my love
I hang my head and cry

I will love you
I will love you
When we are gone

I will love you
I will love you
When we are gone

Every time I hear the soft harp singing
My heart jumps in my breast, my love
My heart jumps in my breast

And until I hear your footsteps coming
This heart can know no rest, my love
This heart can know no rest

I will love you
I will love you
When we are gone

I will love you
I will love you
When we are gone

I will love you
I will love you
When we are gone

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill?
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low:
I’m so lonesome I could cry.

I’ve never seen a night so long,
When time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud,
To hide its face and cry.

Did you ever see a Robin weep,
When leaves begin to die?
That means he’s lost his will to live.
I’m so lonesome I could cry.

Instrumental break.

The silence of a falling star,
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are,
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
I’m so lonesome I could cry.

Early one morning
With time to kill
I borrowed Jebb’s rifle
And sat on a hill
I saw a lone rider
Crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him
To practice my aim

My brother’s rifle
Went off in my hand
A shot rang out
Across the land
The horse, he kept running
The rider was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I set off running
To wake from the dream
My brother’s rifle
Went into the sheen
I kept on running
Into the south lands
That’s where they found me
My head and my hands

The sheriff, he asked me
Why had I run
And then it came to me
Just what I had done
And all for no reason
Just one peace of lead
I hung my head
I hung my head

Here in the court house
The whole town was there
I see the judge
High up in the chair
Explain to the court room
What went through you mind
And we’ll ask the jury
What verdict they find

I felt the power
Of death over life
I orphaned his children
I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness
I wish I was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I hung my head
I hung my head

Early one morning
With time to kill
I see the gallows
Up on a hill
And out in the distance
A trick of the brain
I see a lone rider
Crossing the plain

And he’d come to fetch me
To see what they’d done
And we’d ride together
To kingdom come
I prayed for god’s mercy
For soon I’d be dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I hung my head
I hung my head

I looked out the window and seen his bald head I ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair Launched that shot and he was caught out there Saw the convertible driving by Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly He went for his to find he didn’t have one Put him in check correct with my egg gun The egg a symbol of life Go inside your house and bust out your wife Pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke The trigger I pulled his face the yoke Reached in his pocket took all his cash Left my man standing with an egg moustache Suckers they come a dime a dozen And when I say dozen you know what I’m talking about boyee

Yeh, that’s right, I’m the Egg Man Driving Around, King of the town Always got my windows rolled down You know, I’m the Egg Man

Once upon a time Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg He was playing the wall and then he broke his leg Tossed it out the window three minutes hot Hit the Rastaman he said bloodclot Which came first the chicken or the egg I egged the chicken then I ate his leg Riding the trains in between cars When I pull out the station you’re gonna get yours Drive by eggings plaguing L.A. Yo they just got my little cousin ese Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy People laugh it’s no joke My name’s Yauch and I’m throwing the yoke Now they got me in a cell but I don’t care It was then that I caught catching people out there

Up on the roof, in my car Up all night, I’m pulling through signs like Dolomite The mack, I’m the Egg Man Taxi Driver, I’m the Egg Man

We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze’s back Sam I am down with the program Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam Come Halloween you know I come strapped I throw it at a sucker K-pap You made the mistake you judge a man by his race You go through life with egg on your face You woke up in the morning with a peculiar feeling You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling Families puck rocks the businessman I’ll dog anybody with an egg in my hand Not like the crack that you put in a pipe But crack on your forehead here’s a towel now wipe